Thursday nights are the fuckin' best. It's the only night that me and my best friends Drew and Caleb get to go out together anymore, so you can bet we make the most of it. I'm talkin' about hittin' all the gay clubs in the area, staying up until five in the morning, gettin' drunk as hell... And we almost always go out like this, dressed in as little as possible, not afraid in the least to show off our bodies as we dance the night away.That's why it sucks when Friday morning comes around and we all have to strip out of our bodysuits, peeling away the tan, muscular, smooth bodies as our white, flabby, hairy bellies flop out and the handsome, chiseled faces fold away to reveal those of three tired-looking men in their mid-40's. Then it's off to work at our various jobs, where we will all trudge through our workday -- all of us looking forward to next Thursday.
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