Hooking My Bait

Welcome back to another episode of the Hella Chisme Podcast

This week we're celebrating everything May has to offer: International Day Against Homophobia, Biphobia & Transphobia (IDAHOBIT), Harvey Milk Day, Pansexual & Pan-Romantic Awareness Day, AANHPI Heritage Month, and National Military Appreciation Month. We also check in on the reality of Pride Season funding cuts including what happened at Long Beach Pride and hold space for the complicated weight of what's going on in the world right now.

Then we switch gears and do what we do best: a free-for-all, shoot-the-sh*t episode with your host sipping a tequila mockingbird, recording live on TikTok for the first time (kind of), and reading the most unhinged, spicy, and absolutely fictional Reddit story you've ever heard featuring a fisherman named Hank, a Christmas tree musk situation, and a hook that gets set in more ways than one.

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Transcript

May Dates Worth Remembering

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May is doing a lot more than just bringing sunshine and cute outfits, okay? It's bringing truth, history, visibility, and yeah, a little bit of accountability too. Because this month we're recognizing moments that actually matter. On May 17th, we are honoring the International Day Against Homophobia, Biophobia, and Transphobia. A global reminder that people deserve to live, love, and exist out loud without fear, without shame, and without having to shrink themselves to make others feel comfortable. We also on May 22nd celebrate Harvey Milk Day, honoring Harvey Milk's legacy. And yes, this hits a little different for me because I am from the Bay Area. But I also know the Y Gays love Harvey Milk too. But his legacy is felt. On May 24th, we uplift Pansexual and Pan-Romantic Awareness Day. Because love is not one size fits all. It doesn't follow rules, it doesn't stay in a cute little knee box, and honestly, it never was meant to. And all month long we are celebrating Asian American, Native Hawaiian, Pacific Islander Month, recognizing cultures, the stories, and the contributions that continue to shape everything around us, even when they don't always get the credit they deserve. May is also National Military Appreciation Month, a time to recognize those serving, the veterans, the military families, and the sacrifices that often go unseen. And while we honor service, we also have to hold space for the complicated reality that there are troops right now deployed and caught into conflicts across the world. Real people, real families, real lives, these people are impacted every single day. Supporting people who serve should mean caring about the human cost of war and the responsibility that comes with it. And last but certainly not least, we can't talk about what's happening in May without uplifting our women and mothers this month. And happy Mother's Day to my own mother and all the women in my family. Now at the Hello Cheese May podcast, you already know we don't just talk about culture, we live it. We hold space for real conversations, for visibility, and for some nuance, and for the people who deserve to be heard in full color, not watered down. So this month, I encourage you, and it's real simple. Check in with what you know, challenge what you don't, and show it for the people loudly, proudly, and intentionally. And most importantly, celebrate people for exactly who they are. Because that is a real cheesemaker. Alright

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Recording While Live On TikTok

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I'm doing something a little different today. I am actually live on TikTok while I'm recording this week's episode. So if you're watching this after the fact and you continue to see me look over, it's because I'm looking over at my iPad where I'm actually live at. And actually, I have my little microphone here. My little cute little green microphones. These things are so cute from Rhodes. I mean, if you know me, you know this show, you know my obsession with the color green. I mean, they are so cute. And they're not sponsoring, but if they decide to sponsor Quamy, um, let's remove the AI note taker. Um, but yeah, I'm recording a live episode. Well, I'm recording while being live on TikTok, which, you know, if you've been listening for and you know the show, you know that I've been a work in progress when it comes to going live and trying to jump into the live land, the land of lives, the land of the tickety-talk. Although, you know, I do what I can when I can, but it's just not always has it's has not always been my ministry. But we trying tonight, and you know, hopefully, people, while they're coming in on live, they heart the screen, join in on the conversation, you know, they enjoy. Um, you know, we're gonna see what happens. Uh, we're gonna see how things go. Um, but for those of you watching this episode after the fact, I'm having a lovely cocktail tonight. I'm having a tequila mockingbird, which is made of uh uh tequila, obviously, but I don't remember there's a tequila that I like from um Trader Joe's. But the one I'm drinking, I think is one I bought from Bevmo. It's like in a very old school vintage bottle, like it's homemade tequila or some shit like that. Um and it's made with tequila, it got a little bitters in it, it got some lemon, a little I did honey first, but the um the cold of the honey, uh I mean sorry, the cold of the ice made the honey get really cold and like hard. So it took forever to cool it down. So I needed some simple syrup so it can break up all the bitterness and all of the uh tartness of the tequila. And so then I went ahead and I need to charge my phone. I went ahead and um added this uh spice drum that I've been making or that's been sitting in there since the holiday season. It's actually been in there since um I want to yeah, since holidays. I made it when did I make this drum? Hey y'all, welcome into the chat. I'm recording an episode live uh for my podcast. So welcome. Joining on the conversation, heart, the screen, and all the things. Um why did I make it? Oh, I remember because I know during the holidays I love a good um mimosa, and I went to my one of my favorite restaurants here in San Diego called Trust, and they had a like apple cider mimosa situation going on, and they have made this uh simple syrup like drum with like spice and cinnamon sticks and all the things. It was delicious. So I decided to make me one, and also it's good for one of my favorite drinks from one of my favorite restaurants called Beauty in Essex, where they um where they take the spice drum and they mix it with bourbon, a peer, a peach or a pear puree, and it's so good, and it's called the Woodsman. That's one of my favorites uh as well as well. But um, I had to put a little bit in my tequila machin bear, which did wonders because the because the honey would not soften up fast enough, and I needed to break up all that foolishness. Um but it's delicious, so I'm having one. So cheers to y'all. I apparently I think TikTok has drinking rules, so I can't show my cocktail or something, but I am having a cocktail, so if you're watching, have one with me. Um so cheers. Um, but yes, I am trying to go live today. Um again is my first time, not my first time, it is um one of the five times that I've ever been live. Uh it's very new to me. I, you know, it's it almost makes me feel like that song I always feel like somebody's watching me. It gives that. It gives that, you know, because someone's always coming in, someone's always coming out. They say that it don't really be your followers that be watching you or that be watching your lives. It's mostly like all kinds of different people, but um, you know, people are joining in. I got six people in the room right now. I got 141 likes. This is great. This is great, amazing. Love this for me. Keep keep it coming. Um, but this week I don't have a lot to talk about.

Life Updates And Pride Season Anxiety

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I have some um things that we're gonna talk about and get into later on in the episode, but for the most part, it's just been a lot of things going on. Uh I've been working like crazy. Uh, it is warming up here in San Diego after we were uh having some clouds. I had been back and forth to the Bay Area. It was nice, it was raining on and off when I was there. Then I came back, it was cloudy here, and then after that, um today was like 90 degrees. So, you know, I'm just like, girl, what's it giving? Is it giving spring finally? I love that for me. My allergies don't love it, but you know, I love that you girls are out here getting some heat, and y'all are able to go and entertain yourselves at the beach. I love that for you. Um, and then, you know, work has been busy as always and forever. And we are kicking off soon our pride season. Uh, speaking of pride, you know, parts of Long Beach Pride got canceled last week or this past weekend, which was crazy. Um, and mostly what it seemed like it that it was the festival, and they said it was because of permitting. But, you know, uh sometimes I can get past the fact that sometimes it's a scam set up by Todd, and you know, there's a little bit more to the story than just permits. Um, so I don't know. I haven't read much into it. I do know I did, I do know, and I did see a post about how um a lot of the small businesses were affected by it because they had planned obviously to go and sell merch or sell whatever goods they were selling, where there was arts and all the things. Um, so I'm pretty sure what money they thought they were gonna make, obviously they weren't they were not making at that point. Um so there was that. Um you know, I when I think about pride and I think about where we are right now in our current climate of uh in the world, I feel like, you know, somebody made a phone call and was like, shut those homosexuals down. But, you know, you never know. Um just like you know, San Diego Pride, a lot of the funding, some of the funding for San Diego Pride got cut, uh, which is horrible. Um but here we are. Still trying to make it, still trying to be out here and be happy with the community and engaging the folks as much as possible. Um and in other news, uh, we did also have a uh shooting here in San Diego at a mosque, uh at a school, um, or near a school, and uh, I believe a few children were hurt, and um it was very sad. It happened on Monday, and then the two kids that were involved in the shooting then killed themselves. Um and it was it was really sad. I mean, we're at a time where a lot of this a lot of the things going on, um it's really crazy and it's really sad. And I um whenever stuff like this happens, even though I try not to emotionally put myself or emotionally engaged right away, it's then after where I'm like having to rethink and think about the whole thing because now it's on the news, now it's through all of my timeline, it's through everything that I'm scrolling through on social media. Um, and you know, you're forced to kind of think more about the situation than you would have when you first get the news and the information about things uh like that. Um, furthermore, there's a lot of other things going on in my personal life that you know I don't necessarily want to have a conversation about. Today I'm going to therapy on Friday, and maybe after therapy on Friday, we can have a bigger uh conversation about it. But today I'm not in the mid.

Bluetooth Rage And Media Catch-Up

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I think that one of the other things to talk about in our check-in at the beginning of this show is uh technology. Can we have a conversation about you know Bluetooth and our phones connecting to our radios and how my phone for the last I want to say week and a half has now been connecting to my car radio? Granted, I did change it out. I did change my radio. I want to say I changed it not last summer, but maybe the summer before last. And so now it's not connecting to my radio, and I've tried everything. I've tried the hard shutdown, the hard reboot, the plug-in with the USB-C cord, the uh forgetting the Bluetooth connection on my iPhone, forgetting the Bluetooth connection on my radio, um, adding it to the uh adding it to John, Jim Jack, and and uh Sally on Tuesday. I've done everything and it's still not fucking working, and I can't figure out how to get it to work. And it's ridiculous because I have so many podcast shows to catch up on. I have albums to catch up on. Before I started recording, I actually was listening to some more of Drake's three, one of Drake's three albums. I barely started the second one, I've only listened to one song. Um, I mean, it's just so much that I need to catch up on in order to be able to have these fruitful conversations with you all, conversations with you all about this music that we can't talk about because I haven't been able to listen to it. I mean, I could listen to it at home. The sad part is when I get home, when I get home from work or coming from anywhere, there isn't I barely watch TV. Okay, wait, that's a lie. It's not that I barely watch TV. I watch TV when I feel like watching TV, and sometimes I just don't feel like it because I feel like the TV's always on any other time. My husband's a TV fanatic, he loves to watch television. Uh, so I feel like I feel like what's what happens is when he's gone, I just want everything off and I want the house silent. So that is I think what happens. Maybe it's a sensory thing. I don't know. Anyway, um the radio not working in the car is causing issues for me. And I've been having to listen to the radio. Um, which I've been listening to, I think 93.3 for San Diego. And um the girls on the um are interesting. Um you know you could be saying the same thing about me listening to this podcast. Because what am I talking about, right? And you know, it it provides some real perspective in this very moment when it comes to podcasting and when it comes to creating content, um, real perspective on I have to invite my girl Ryan. I hope she's awake. Um real perspective on like content creation, podcasting, and yapping. Because at first, you know, I would be like, Yapping, what's that? You know, why why do we um why do people call it yapping? That's so weird and so random. But you know, this is essentially what we do in this day and age. Thank you. This is my recording office. I'm actually recording my show live uh as we speak. It's actually it's crushed velvet. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Um I'm recording my episode as we speak, actually, and um I'm gonna shout you out. David the best on TikTok uh has joined my live. Hi, how's it going? You're in Albert are you in Albuquerque as we see? Wow, I didn't know that. That's cool. I love that. Have you ever been to the uh the States at all? It's okay. It's a shit show over here, I understand. Yes, thank you. Um I love it. He was mentioning he's from Albuquerque, Canada. And um, that's crazy. I don't even know how that happens. How does that happen? So yeah, and this be what I'll be talking about live. People just joining your lives. I love this. Um, okay.

More Support And A Creative Callout

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Reacting To A Very Spicy Story

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So I had to get off live, honey, because the stories were a little too spicy. I think for I feel for the TikTok space. You know, I'm trying to keep my TikTok status for right now. So I was like, I gotta go, girls, because I want to get into these stories, honey. And I mean, the last one, I definitely should, I should have started with this one. This one seems a little bit more mild than the last one. But um, but anyway, we are reading still about dad's fishing buddy, who clearly the young man in the household, the son of the household, has uh uh some heated feelings about the fish uh man. I mean about the fisherman. Um okay, where did I leave off? All right, so let's start here. Nights were nights were when it really started to get to started to get to me after Dad swallowed his pills and passed out upstairs. The house fell silent except for the low hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of the old floorboards. Hank would settle on the couch in the dark, usually with a beer, sometimes slipping through channels with the volume barely audible. I would lie in bed trying to sleep, but my mind kept drifting downstairs to him, sprawled out, half naked, leg spread, that thick bulge resting against his thighs. I had known I was gay since high school. I had never let myself think about Hank the that way before, or maybe I had buried it deep and refused to look at it until now. One night I jolted awake around two in the morning, the hallway was pitch black, but a faint blue glow spilled from the living room television. I heard it then, I heard it then, the slow wet sound of hand working flesh, accompanied by deep controlled breaths and occasional low grunt. My pulse hammered in my ears. I slipped out of my bed barefoot, padded door, uh barefoot and padded down the stairs, staying in the shadows. When I reached the bathroom, the bed the bottom of the steps, I peered around the corner. Hank was stretched out on the couch, Jim Short shoved down mid-yeah, his cock stood rigged. Rigid not rigid rigid. Rigid in his fist. Okay, I stood frozen. Uh one night I justed away around to the pitch black, da da da da da. Hank stretched on the couch, gym short shoved down the midfire, his cocks rig, rigid in his fist, easily eight inches long and thick as my wrist. The shaft veined and heavy, the swollen head glistening with precumb under the dim lights. His balls hung low. And full between his spreaded thighs, swaying gently with each slow stroke, those massive forearms flex rhythmatically, biceps bulging, veins standing out under the skin. His rugged beard framed a slack mouth as he so he was in as he breathed harder, eyes closed, head tipped back against the cut the cushion. The pine and sweat smell mixed with a raw musk. Oof. See, this the it's the musk. Because musk equally musk, when people say musk automatically equals musk to me. And I understand that y'all feel like it's something different, but I'm just like, is it for real? I don't know. Anyway, with the raw musk of his arousal, it filled the entire room. I stood frozen, my own cock throbbing painfully inside my pajamas. I could not tear my eyes away from the way his hand moved. Deliberate and unhurried, twisting slightly at the head on every upstroke. His abs tightened, the dark trail of hair leading down his navel disappeared into the grip of his fist. His stroke sped up. The couch creaked under his shifting weight. A deep growl rumbled in his chest. Then his body locked up, thighs trembling, and thick white ropes of cummy ruptured across his stomach and chest. Some landed as far as as the hollow of his throat. He kept milking himself through it until the last pulse. Chest heaved until he finally relaxed and wiped himself clean with a towel he had left on the floor. He tugged the shorts back up, settled and went still like nothing had happened. Hold on. Ben, can you close the door for me? I retreated upstairs on shaking legs, shut my door and collapsed onto the bed. My hand was inside my pajamas before I even thought about it. I stroked myself furiously. Furiously replaying every detail, the size of Hank's cock, the way his forearms moved, the heavy scent that still seemed to cling to my skin. I feel like we need to have a whole episode on scents and smells. And you know what? Let me write that down because I feel like you know, there's I I can't seem to wrap my mind around it. And I'm just I'm so curious. I'm just I'm so curious and take it aback. Okay. Um, I still closed his room inside my pajamas. I could not tear my eyes away from the way his hands da da da da. Just bed up, couch, body locked up, thighs trembling, ropes would come, da da da da da da. I retreated upstairs, hands inside my pajamas, size of Hank Cock, the way his forearms moved, the heavy scent still seemed clean. Alright. Uh Hank was right downstairs. He had no clue I watched, or maybe he did. The possibility kept me awake until dawn. The next few days I blurred was blurred together. Hank showed up every morning like clockwork. He helped dad with whatever small task could be done from the bed. He walked around the house in the same loose shorts, commandula as always, that thick outline of his soft cock swinging with every step. I caught myself staring wherever he bent to pick something up or sat with his legs spread. The memory of the late night scene played on constant repeat in my head. I started waking myself up around 2 a.m. on this motherfucker had an internal alarm. Started waking myself up internally on purpose at 2 a.m. hoping to catch him, stroking his big cock again. Some nights he had he did it slow and deliberate, shooting hard across his stomach. Other nights he just slept, leaving me aching and frustrated in the dark. Dab kept saying Hank could stay as long as he liked while the back while his back healed. I nodded, smiled, and agreed. I bet you you did. But inside my body hummed every time Hank glanced my way. His dark eyes held mine. Did y'all see that? His dark eyes held mine. Um This is what happens when you're drinking to key run trying to read. Uh waiting for the catch. Agreed, but inside my body hummed every time Hank glanced my way. His dark eyes held mine a second longer than necessary, calm calm, knowing, like he was waiting for me to catch up to something he had already figured out years ago. The next morning I came downstairs just after sunrise. Light streamed across the kitchen tiles. Hank stood at the counter, pouring coffee, wearing nothing but a tight pair of gym shorts. His back was to me, broad shoulders rolling as he moved, the deep groove of his spine disappearing into the low waistband, fresh sweat already clung to his skin from whatever early chore he had finished outside. The palm and sweat. The pine and sweat. It's just, you know, pine. I do like the smell of pine. I do because it's actually reminds me of my favorite one of my favorite places to go, which is Tahoe. Pine and Sweat. To me, I think of the Christmas tree. Um that's yeah, it's a Christmas tree. So this man smelled like a Christmas tree. That's all that keeps replaying in my mind. So pine sweat, then you say musk. So then I smell kind of that old mothball-y scent mixed with the Christmas tree, which kind of ruins the Christmas tree part for me. So it's Christmas tree old moth scent balls. I don't know. Um, the next morning I came downstairs just after sunrise. Light streamed across the Christian the uh kitchen tiles. Hank stood at the counter pouring coffee, wearing nothing but a tight pair of gym shorts. His back was to me, broad shoulders rolling as he moved, the deep groove of his pine his spine disappearing into the low waistband, fresh sweat already clung to his skin. And why is it still there? You know, from whatever clearly chore he had finished outside, why he didn't wipe it off? Why he didn't just go take a shower? Because I'm sure this home has a shower in it. I don't know. Um and stepped into the room. Uh he turned mug in hand and gave me the easy smile. Morning, he said. Your dad's still out cold. Rough night with pain, meds. He took a slow sip, eyes steady on mine. He was telling me it yesterday you've got a real good you've got real good hands. Said you used to help him fix everything around here when you were younger. All the little fiddly stuff he couldn't do, couldn't be bothered with. I swallowed, my throat felt tight, I bet it did. Hank set the mug down and stepped closer. The heat of him rolled over off his body. So I was thinking, he continued, voice dropping lower, you want to help me bait the hook this way? Shut the fuck up, Hank. Because who the fuck do you think you're talking to asking me to bait your hook? Um the words landed heavy between us. Bait the hook. Exactly. Who was you talking to like that? It could have been nothing, just fishing talk, but the way he said it, the slight curl at the corner of his mouth, the way his shorts sagged enough to show the dark root of pubic hair, made it anything but innocent. My cock steered instantly, pressing against the front of my shorts. He reached out and brushed his thick forearm against my waist. Casual but deliberate. Relax, he murmured. I've known you were into guys since you were younger. Saw the way you watched me on the camping trips, the way your eyes followed me when I stripped down to jump into the river after a long day on the water. I never said a word. Your dad never suspected, but I noticed and I waited. Figured when the time was right, you'd be ready. My heart slammed against my ribs. He had known all those years, the way he walked around half naked now, the late night sessions on the couch, it had all been for me. Well, Hank hooked a finger into the waistband of his shorts and tugged down just enough for his cock to spring free. It was already thickening, heavy in vain. The fat head flushed dark pink, eight solid inches, maybe more, girthy enough that my fingers would not meet around the base. Come on, he said quietly. Help me out. Just like your dad said. You're good with your hands. I stepped forward, my fingers wrapped around his massive cock. The skin was hot, pulsing in my grip. I stroked slowly, from root to tip, feeling every ridge, every vein, pre-comb welled at the lid, the slit, and dropped onto my palm. Hank exhaled hard through his nose his nose beard shifting as his jaw clenched. That's it, he whispered. That's it. Nice and slow. Feels good. I dropped to my knees without being told. The floor was cold, but I barely noticed. I leaned in, inhaled the thick musk of You guys, we have to talk about this musk thing. Inhale the thick musk of him. Pine and sweat. It's we're still here. It's still Christmas. And pure arousal. I took the head of him, took the head into my mouth without him asking me to. My tongue swirled around the flared fridge. Ridge? The flared ridge. He groaned low, one hand settling gently on the back of my head. I didn't even have to ask you for a For a head. For head, I think he meant. His hip rocked forward in shallow thrust, feeding me more inch by inch until the head bumped to the back of my throat. His balls brushed my chin heavy and drawn tight. You're better than I pictured, boy, he said. This he and then this it's at these lines where I start to be like, oh no, this is this is not a real story. This is a writer. But I'm here for it. Let's keep going. Uh you're better than I pictured boy, he said. Voice rough, so fucking eager to suck my cock. Been dreaming about this mouth for years now. I sucked harder, hollowing my cheeks, one hand stroking what I could not fit. Hank's thighs trembled, his thick forearms braced on the counter behind him. After a few minutes he pulled me off with a wet pop. With a wet pop, how hauled me to my feet and spun me around. Oh god, he bent me over the counter, yanked my shorts down, and spit into his palm. Whoa. Two thick fingers worked into me, whoo, stretching my hole open slowly and carefully until I was panting and pushing back against him. You ready for this boy? He asks. Voice gravel. Yes, sir. Been waiting for you to fuck me. I replied. I just want to apologize for anybody listening to this. You can't be serious about anything. I can't. Because I'm drinking tequila and I'm reading these crazy fucking stories on Reddit. And these people are wild. Um he lined up his eight enter and pushed in slowly. The stretch burned sweet, then melted into raw heat as he sank deep. He bottomed out with a groan, hips flush against my ass, balls pressed tight. His pine and his pine and sweat smell enveloped and enveloped me completely. Those massive forearms wrapped around my chest, holding me close as he started to thrust, long and steady, hitting every perfect spot inside me. The kitchen filled with the sounds of skin meeting skin, wet and rhythmic, his low grunts mixing with my choked moans. He reached around, wrapped his callous hands around my cock, and stroked me in time with his thrust. His beard scrapped my shoulders when he leaned in close. His beard scrapped scraped my shoulder when he leaned in close. Been waiting so damn long for this, he growled against my ear. You and me are a little secret every morning, every night, whenever we want. He sped up, his hips snapping harder, balls slapping against me, the pressure built fast and unbearable. I came with a sharp cry, spilling over his fist and onto the counter. Hank buried himself into the hilt, to the hilt and followed right after me. I don't know what hilt is. Cock pulsing, flooding me with heat, pulse after thick pulse until he was empty. He stayed inside me for a long moment, breathing hard against my neck, arms still locked around me. Then he eased out slowly, turned around, and kissed me deep. His beard rasped against my face, tongue claiming my mouth like he owned it. When he finally pulled back, he smiled lazy and satisfied. This was just round one, he said. Your dad's gonna be laid up for weeks. We've got time. He tugged his shorts back into place. I fixed mine with his shaking hands. He said, Bitch, you just took my pussy. You just took me, honey. He whipped, he wiped the counter clean in silence. Hank poured me coffee like nothing had changed, handed me the mug and winked. Dad called weakly from upstairs, asking for water. Hank chuckled under his breath. I'll take care of him, he said. You just sit tight. We'll pick this up again real soon. I sank into a chair, body still buzzing, his scent clinging to my skin. Hank had known all along that I was gay. He had waited for the right moment. Now the line was tight. The hook set deep and I was caught exactly where I belonged. Wow. I mean what a story. What a story. You know, I What are we to say? This boy just got his brains fucked out by a fisherman Hank, the pine Christmas tree mothball smelling for fisherman Hank, who um he clearly has been lessing after honey. He has been wanting that dangling that he did not know was eight inches and girthy until um the second Hank uh pulled his dick out while they were in the kitchen doing unsanitary things, and Hank still clearly smelling like Christmas trees and mothballs. Um and I love that for him, you know. There's nothing I can say about it. Um yeah. Um

Closing Thoughts And Where To Follow

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there's no need for me to take another break. I hope you enjoyed this whatever this was. I just wanted a free-for-all episode, you know, like I've done we've done before, you know. You know, this episode reminded me of when Stephanie and I would re-reddit stories or do shoot the shit episodes and talk about whatever. And we and you all love those episodes. So this one's for the homies, the ones that's been listening from the beginning, the ones that you know love when it's not super um drawn out or um put together. Um it's just to have fun. And it's definitely for the homosexuals. So I wish honestly, sorry if you guys hear Wesley, he's having a moment. I wish I wasn't live earlier and could have read fully everything that was happening in the story with the roommates because that shit was unhinged. Um, and yeah, but otherwise, thank you for listening. Make sure you guys like, comment, and subscribe. Follow us on uh all of our platforms: YouTube, TikTok, um, Instagram. Uh also subscribe to my Substack. I am getting back into making sure I'm getting consistent again. I have some time off this week, so the goal is to uh get some things scheduled so then you know some things can start coming up. So make sure to do that. All the things will be in the uh underneath the box. I love y'all. Thank you for listening. Have a good long and safe weekend.