story time

hi folkses. I decided to write you all a story.

once upon a time.

there were two gay cowboys who grew up as neighbors out in the west. they were okay friends growing up, but they didn't really take to each other even just as friends, and that was too bad according to those family members who were a little more aware. they had figured if the two paired up it would work out nicely. funny how families always have their great ideas.

cowboy a call him willy bought a little farm when he'd saved enough. the thing about it was the frog pond out back. more of a pond, but there were a lot of frogs. willy took to strolling out back in the evenings and listening to the frogs. damn, he loved that frog-pond. in the summers it seemed like that was the best thing about his day, hearing those frogs and smelling the night air.

one day, he decided to sell his place so he could move nearer to his sister and be close as the brats came up. so he looked around for a buyer and what do you know, cowboy b or billy as he was known was the interested party. they came to an agreement and willy packed up and moved away.

now billy was not so much of a nature guy, even though he was a cowboy. he took all that natural stuff for granted or as a kind of background noise and didn't give a shit. as a matter of fact, he thought the frogs were kind of noisy and thought idly about filling in the pond every now and again. (don't worry, he's not really going to.) but one day willy came back.

he stopped over to the farm and asked billy was everything okay and all that. and billy said yeah and so forth. they bullshitted a bit but really willy wanted to get back to that frog pond. so before long he asked billy if he could stroll back and see the pond. "you see, I always did like to listen to those frogs a-belchin." billy said fine and they walked back.


well, I'm tired of writing now, so I'll finish it up tomorrow. you can guess how you think it'll end in the comments, if you want.