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The Second Annual Lost Boys Thanksgiving

This was the year we All got our Lost Boys names. (No, not the vampires...we're Lost. On Neverland. In Neverland?)           Pillows McGee first, I think. "That's mine--you can stick it wherever." "Awww...I want a Happy Trail." Or maybe it was Lucky. For he truly was a lucky sonofabitch that night. "It's nice when a guy gives your beaver back when he's done." What's the most important ingredient to a friendship, Lucky? "Another person." True dat, Lucky. True dat.                          *  all nod  *                              Smokestacked! She smokes! And she's stacked! Inspirational. Charming. "I'm always on a quest for a beaver." VERY ADAMANT: "I don't like DICK! Snakes are okay!"       Forking Ariel had quite a bit to drink. She wanted to know why she wasn't a lesbian. She wanted to suck on the end...but none of us can remember the end of what, anymore. We just wrote it down because it sounds filthy.      We like filth. Forking Ariel lost her box at some point. Probably around the time      she told us she doesn't suck the end and she doesn't just grab it. ...otter pops? FLASHER!          "I'll get it with my teeth." Yeah, you will. Flasher gave the last Lost Boy their name: "I'm gonna have to go for Bushless Red." Lucky: "That sounds like a cigarette. There's nothing I like more between my lips than Bushless Red."              Bushless Red hasn't had a Happy Ending, apparently, but she likes her cigarette commercial. She's Painful, Feminine, and Appetizing. "I say we all do it on the bed, because--" ...giggles uncontrollably.                     Dear Diary,                                Today, I discovered that heaven is in Cillian Murphy's pants. Or Forking Ariel's.                                                                       Also, an important ingredient in a friendship is another person. ~Bushless Red.
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