Hark! It is he, the coal man. A darling friend of Mike's. Ed came to visit us for the second time, this time sans Erica. I had to work late, but ended up meeting the gang out for some refreshing oat sodas at McSorely's. After drinking our fill, we headed home to watch the debate. It was a grand ol' time. We laughed, we sang. We braided each other's hair and tried out new and exciting swear words.
Mike models his lovely locks
Late in the evening, we proceeded outside for some fresh air and corncob pipes
We became intoxicated with the night air. And beer.
Later, we quietly practice the ancient art of Moboxo
As the night winds down, Ed initiates the love making
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