Willy, my dog, is gay. Sadly, I have evidence of this. Yesterday I caught him frolicking with a black and white border collie. Willy mounted the dog and looked up at the sky as he humped. The day before that, a pomeranian with a rainbow pattern collar paddled over to Willy and proceeded to lick his wiener. Willy was courteous enough to return the favor.
My problem with Willy's gayness is it puts me in an awkward position. Whenever I pet him, and my hand strays south of the border, I have to be extra careful not to touch or even brush his plumbing. Also, when I pet him in my lap and he burrows his face in my crotch I can't help but wonder whether he's offering his canine services. The worst is when we make eye contact while he licks his balls.
I will sloth around in LA for a bit. After which, I intend on slothing further elsewhere.
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