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i had a friend that i’ve known since 1st grade. we go way back. as long as i’ve known him, he’s always been deathly afraid of birds. won’t go near em and would do anything to get away from one.
anyway, one time we were playing house in one of those kitchen play sets. we were both boys, but there was nothing gay about it at all. we were just two boys playing house together. occasionally we’d give each other a peck on the cheek, but that’s just part of the game. that’s how you play house.
anyway, we were playing and it was his turn to take the quiches out of the oven. i knew it was because i had just taken them out 2 minutes ago and i was watching them the whole time and he never touched them or even opened the oven door so yeah mike i’m pretty fucking sure it was your turn to take them out.
anyway, he’s giving me lip about it not being his turn to take them out and i just lose it, i socked him right in the nose and told him to take the damn quiche out of the godamn oven right now or id bust him up a new mug. he starts crying and wailing and i tell him i didn’t wanna hurt him but he made me do it and he knows i love him and i’d never hurt him and i gave him a nice kiss on the lips as an apology. again, nothing gay about this, just playing house.
anyway, he goes to take the quiche out of the oven, and there must’ve been a bird outside the window because he totally freaked out or something.