Young Axl Rose and Cake Cream in 2022! :D

[pinchingyourballs]

Tasha went to Abby's lab by public transit and gave Abby the $10 she had successfully bummed off a bum whose bum was filled with a substance she could not, as an professed asexual, positively identify within a 95% degree of certainty, a statistical threshold that while arbitrary was yet suggestive of scientific authority and officiousness. Abby accepted the $10. As to whether or not Abby said 'thank you' or Tasha replied 'you're welcome' is anyone's guess, and in any case not relevant to the overarching narrative of time traveling singers, axolotls, Garnabby, legal procedural side plots, and homosexual encounters.

As a researcher in a well-funded institute of theoretical physics whose principal investigators all had massive multi-million dollar grants, Abby decided to put the $10 toward the purchase of a box or two of frozen calzones, her secret guilty pleasure. Most of the pleasure was in the aftermath: hot Italian food farts, moist and sulfurous to a redolent degree.

Of all the equations scribbled across five blackboards, one in particular had Abby in a state of consternation. Firstly, Abby was aware of the elementary fact that given a 1-dimensional interval of length 1, the average distance between two points chosen at random was 1/3. Secondly, she was aware of the fact that given a 2-dimensional square of side length 1, the average distance between two points chosen at random was (5*Ln(Sqrt(2) + 1) + Sqrt(2) + 2)/15, an irrational number of flatulent complexity. WolframAlpha said it was equal to 0.521405433164720678330982356607243974914031567779 00834179621051875050789330481583186792813292526145 24679141951460963171979156799..., which nearly caused Abby to orgasm.

And what's more, Abby was also aware that given a 3-dimensional cube of edge length 1, the average distance between two points chosen at random was (4 + 17*Sqrt(2) - 6*Sqrt(3) - 7pi + 21*Ln(4*Sqrt(6) + 4*Sqrt(3) + 7*Sqrt(2) + 7))/105. WolframAlpha faithfully rendered this as 0.661707182267176235155831133248413581746400135790 95360480894422947958464613859763130665248076810712 01517097753107594109724786805..., at which Abby moaned in pleasure. Tasha, watching all this from behind a curtain, was quite jealous.

But what of the average distance between two points chosen at random from inside a 4-dimensional hypercube of edge length 1??? The octuple integral she had set up to represent this value was taking up much space on the blackboard and wasn't going to solve itself, but Abby maxed out at quintuple integrals. She had, after all, only gone to community college for half a semester. Abby did not want to run a billion Monte Carlo simulations to approximate its value, she needed the exact answer, replete with its odious and foul logarithms, square roots, pi, and other such putridly flatulent irrational constants.

Oh well. Nothing to do about it but heat up a calzone, she mused.

[Tasha]

The next day, they got up and ate and got ready for the day. It was soon time for Axl to get ready for his 24 hour jail sentence. Cake Cream and Axl put on motorcycle helmets and bulletproof vests and went to the Jail at 8 AM.

To Axl was strip searched, fingerprinted, and given a jail uniform . Axl had to remove his motorcycle helmet to get mugshot taken. His mugshot was taken. Axl's personal belongings were put in a locked locker until his jail sentence was over.

Cake Cream and Axl chatted. Billy and Axl kissed, while Andy, Mike, James, and Jimmy blushed knowingly. Soon it was 9:57 and Cake Cream and Axl said their goodbyes. Cake Cream left and Axl was led into a jail cell at exactly 10 AM.

Axl was glad that it was just a 24 hour jail sentence and tomorrow, he'd be back with Billy, James, Jimmy, Andy, and Mike. His cellmate, Jonathan told Axl he was a huge fan of Cake Cream and Guns N'Roses. Axl smiled and he and Jonathan chatted amicably. Axl was glad he wasn't in the same cell as David Livingston, Billy's Prosecutor, because that would have been awkward. Axl reminisced about the good times he and Cake Cream had together, and smiled.

Axl then thought about the bad times too, such as Andy trying to commit Suicide and Andy being betrayed by Matt. Axl was glad that he was able to save Andy's life and got Andy away from Matt. Axl's mind wandered and he thought that Andy deserved a real Boyfriend, someone who was truly in love with Andy.

Jonathan asked Axl what he was thinking about. Axl impulsively said,"I'm thinking about how good popcorn is. "

Jonathan giggled and said he liked popcorn too. They chatted amicably about popcorn.

Jonathan asked what he was in for. Axl said,"For posing as Cake Cream's Lawyer." Axl asked Jonathan what he was in for. Jonathan responded," I'm in for smoking weed while driving." Axl and Jonathan chatted amicably for a little while longer. Axl took a nap.

When he woke up, it was time for lunch. Lunch was pizza, fries, soda and water. Lots of inmates told Axl that they were fans of Cake Cream and Guns N'Roses. Axl felt happy. After lunch was over, Jonathan and Axl were allowed to go to the gym and they worked out. After working out, they were allowed to watch TV in the common room. As they watched TV, Axl reminisced how watching TV with Jonathan was like watching TV with Cake Cream.

Axl missed Cake Cream and was allowed to call Billy, James, Jimmy, Mike, and Andy. On the phone calls, they all told Axl they missed him and vice versa. After the phone call, Jonathan and Axl went back to the cell and chatted more.

Soon, it was time for dinner. Dinner was burger, fries, soda, and water. Soon, it was time for night showering.

Axl felt kind of weird, showering with a bunch of people he didn't know, but he knew he was only in jail for about 14 more hours, so he just had to grind and bear it.

After night showering, Axl and Jonathan went back to their cells. The guards did a night head count, and it was soon time for lights out. All cells were locked and the lights were turned off. Axl and Jonathan went to sleep after chatting for a while.

The next day, it was time for breakfast and morning showering. Breakfast was pancakes, eggs, orange juice, and water. Morning showering happened and Axl still felt weird about showering with a bunch of people he didn't know, but he knew he was going to be released in less than two hours.

After showering, he and Adrian went back to the cell. Soon, it was 10 AM and Axl was released. Axl and Jonathan said their goodbyes and Axl got back his personal belongings. Axl left the jail cell, a free man. Axl went back to the Luxurious Penthouse Suite and Cake Cream were all happy to have Axl back and Axl was happy too.

They all chatted amicably and Axl fell asleep. Cake Cream chatted amicably for a while and then all fell asleep themselves.

[Garnabby]

But what of the average distance between two points chosen at random from inside a 4-dimensional hypercube of edge length 1???

Which sort of makes this one, and the last one, about averages, in terms of 1961, and 2061, with 7/2, then being about the midpoint of space-time, and, etc., as it's the midpoint of non-leap years (but with the hour of 9 am factored in to become the thus midpoint overall). Ha.

0.777665653586267115337934094617819509962882724417 13305802344596486505735315926540114615165689316818 846... is about (1602/2061 + 0.00037307716705303745) ---> 1602/2061, and 1691/1961 from 37 = [(1 + 6) + √9 * 10], and, 307 = [100 * √9 + (6 + 1)], with 7167 ---> 7 * 2^4 * 7 ---> 7/2/7. I mean, 37307 sort of does go its way because it is about (69 * 540.6811594202899), which is about [69 * (90 * 6 + 1)] = [(10*6 + 9) * (10*9 * 6 + 1)] ---> 1691/1961.

Oh, and to get the two thus 7/2's, I guess that the number of my posts has to be again factored in, at 1129 = (27^2 + 20^2) ---> 2/7/2. Something like this.

14.84611974066057422009971841771600354454825978322 37285063456831380458124129273906726873757794776688 86991339374959428980447933... defined as the natural logarithm base e, times pi, times the golden mean, times the natural logarithm of 2, times Khinchin's constant, times the Euler-Mascheroni constant. She quickly ran to her computer to run a few computations!

This one stumped me, for a second, or two, until I realized that it's my post #1096 ---> 196, as part of my birthday, instead of the numerals, 137, and 142, per se.

(14.84611974066057422009971841771600354454825978322 37285063456831380458124129273906726873757794776688 86991339374959428980447933 / 7.2) is about 2.0619610750917463, which, rounded up at the 0, is 2.061961 = (2.061 + 0.000961) ---> 2061, and 961. Then the 196 overlaps the 961, at the 96, to form 1961, which, together with the 2061, completes my birth/death -day on 7/2, or July 2.

You guys are way too analytical, for the purposes at hand, in a different universe of time travel, etc. Best to let the "winds of fate" guide y'all. Ha.

A life without "adventures" isn't worth living. Ha.


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[pinchingyourballs]

Which sort of makes this one, and the last one, about averages, in terms of 1961, and 2061, with 7/2, then being about the midpoint of space-time, and, etc., as it's the midpoint of non-leap years (but with the hour of 9 am factored in to become the thus midpoint overall). Ha.

0.777665653586267115337934094617819509962882724417 13305802344596486505735315926540114615165689316818 846... is about (1602/2061 + 0.00037307716705303745) ---> 1602/2061, and 1691/1961 from 37 = [(1 + 6) + √9 * 10], and, 307 = [100 * √9 + (6 + 1)], with 7167 ---> 7 * 2^4 * 7 ---> 7/2/7. I mean, 37307 sort of does go its way because it is about (69 * 540.6811594202899), which is about [69 * (90 * 6 + 1)] = [(10*6 + 9) * (10*9 * 6 + 1)] ---> 1691/1961.

Oh, and to get the two thus 7/2's, I guess that the number of my posts has to be again factored in, at 1129 = (27^2 + 20^2) ---> 2/7/2. Something like this.

What's interesting is that the answer in the 4-dimensional case now involves even more irrational numbers such as arctans of certain numbers, Clausen functions evaluated at certain numbers, and Catalan's constant, which nobody has proved is irrational, but is most likely irrational.

Now go back to the 2-dimensional unit square case, and instead of finding the average length of a line segment between two random points inside it, find the average area of a triangle formed by three random points inside it. Miraculously the answer is exactly 11/144.

[MisterV]

Soon, it was time for night showering. Axl felt kind of weird, showering with a bunch of people he didn't know, but he knew he was only in jail for about 14 more hours, so he just had to grind (sic) and bear it.

A burly Irish hod carrier with a tattoo of Betty Boop on his tumescent Organ of Copulation smiled as he espied Axl: "Your ass is MINE, little man...Now get over here."

Never one to refuse an invitation Axl demurely minced his way over and tremulously asked "OK, now what?"

"I'll show you 'Now what.'"

With that he punched Axl in the stomach, flooring him; moving quickly like Royce Gracie on Tank Abbott the felonious clod mounted Axl and commanded 'Grind, motherfucker...grind."

Axl ground.

While he blissfully ground against his shower partner Axl (the doppelganger, not the axolotl) was brutally sodomized; loud blasts of gas flew out of his sphincter with each thrust, almost mathematical in their precision.

"C'mon in boys, the water's fine" yelled the Betty Boop bedecked opportunist and a line of horny convicts soon appeared.

"This could be interesting" mulled Axl: what an understatement!

Three hours later the parade was finally over; Axl crawled back to his cell and fell into a dreamless slumber.

His last thought before falling into the arms of the Sand Man was "...and some call this punishment?"

[Tasha]

Soon, it was time for night showering. Axl felt kind of weird, showering with a bunch of people he didn't know, but he knew he was only in jail for about 14 more hours, so he just had to grind (sic) and bear it.

A burly Irish hod carrier with a tattoo of Betty Boop on his tumescent Organ of Copulation smiled as he espied Axl: "Your ass is MINE, little man...Now get over here."

Never one to refuse an invitation, Axl demurely minced his way over and tremulously asked "OK, now what?"

"I'll show you 'Now what."

With that he punched Axl in the stomach, flooring him; moving quickly like Royce Gracie on Tank Abbott the felonious clod mounted Axl and commanded 'Grind, motherfucker...grind."

Axl ground.

As he blissfully ground Axl (the doppelganger, not the axolotl) was sodomized loud blasts of gas flew out of his sphincter with each thrust, almost mathematical in their precision.

"C'mon in boys, the water's fine" yelled the Betty Boop bedecked rapist and a line of horny convicts soon appeared.

"This could be interesting" mulled Axl: what an understatement!

Three hours later the parade was finally over; Axl crawled back to his cell and fell into a dreamless slumber.

His last thought before falling into the arms of the Sand Man was "...and some call this punishment?"

I JUST realized I accidentally spelled grin as grind. And I accidentally called Jonathan Adrian.(Adrian is ANOTHER Convict in another Fictional story I wrote. I can't believe I got Adrian and Jonathan mixed up. Adrian was convicted of pulling a knife on a man who was hitting on his girlfriend, Jonathan was convicted of smoking weed while driving. Two completely different crimes. Darn the 45 minute edit window.

[pinchingyourballs]

Soon, it was time for night showering. Axl felt kind of weird, showering with a bunch of people he didn't know, but he knew he was only in jail for about 14 more hours, so he just had to grind (sic) and bear it.

A burly Irish hod carrier with a tattoo of Betty Boop on his tumescent Organ of Copulation smiled as he espied Axl: "Your ass is MINE, little man...Now get over here."

Never one to refuse an invitation, Axl demurely minced his way over and tremulously asked "OK, now what?"

"I'll show you 'Now what."

With that he punched Axl in the stomach, flooring him; moving quickly like Royce Gracie on Tank Abbott the felonious clod mounted Axl and commanded 'Grind, motherfucker...grind."

Axl ground.

As he blissfully ground Axl (the doppelganger, not the axolotl) was sodomized loud blasts of gas flew out of his sphincter with each thrust, almost mathematical in their precision.

"C'mon in boys, the water's fine" yelled the Betty Boop bedecked rapist and a line of horny convicts soon appeared.

"This could be interesting" mulled Axl: what an understatement!

Three hours later the parade was finally over; Axl crawled back to his cell and fell into a dreamless slumber.

His last thought before falling into the arms of the Sand Man was "...and some call this punishment?"

I JUST realized I accidentally spelled grin as grind. And I accidentally called Jonathan Adrian.(Adrian is ANOTHER Convict in another Fictional story I wrote. I can't believe I got Adrian and Jonathan mixed up. Adrian was convicted of pulling a knife on a man who was hitting on his girlfriend, Jonathan was convicted of smoking weed while driving. Two completely different crimes. Darn the 45 minute edit window.

I assure you the most glaring errors in your tale are not typos and mixing up names. Between MisterV's rendition of life in prison and relations between inmates and your rendition, MisterV has a firmer grasp on the tumescent appendage we call reality.

[MisterV]

Indeed.

If you drop your bar of soap in the jailhouse showers don't bend over to pick it up..."You'll be sorry..."

Nothing like a throbbing love missile up the poop shoot to give one pause to reflect.

Of course as an asexual virgin Karen cannot relate to such earthy things.

I think it is our duty to inform this poor lass as to how the world REALLY works.

[pinchingyourballs]

Tasha, you really ought to drop this exchange-of-purity-rings-style prison yard gay romance side plot.

[Garnabby]

Which sort of makes this one, and the last one, about averages, in terms of 1961, and 2061, with 7/2, then being about the midpoint of space-time, and, etc., as it's the midpoint of non-leap years (but with the hour of 9 am factored in to become the thus midpoint overall). Ha.

0.777665653586267115337934094617819509962882724417 13305802344596486505735315926540114615165689316818 846... is about (1602/2061 + 0.00037307716705303745) ---> 1602/2061, and 1691/1961 from 37 = [(1 + 6) + √9 * 10], and, 307 = [100 * √9 + (6 + 1)], with 7167 ---> 7 * 2^4 * 7 ---> 7/2/7. I mean, 37307 sort of does go its way because it is about (69 * 540.6811594202899), which is about [69 * (90 * 6 + 1)] = [(10*6 + 9) * (10*9 * 6 + 1)] ---> 1691/1961.

Oh, and to get the two thus 7/2's, I guess that the number of my posts has to be again factored in, at 1129 = (27^2 + 20^2) ---> 2/7/2. Something like this.

What's interesting is that the answer in the 4-dimensional case now involves even more irrational numbers such as arctans of certain numbers, Clausen functions evaluated at certain numbers, and Catalan's constant, which nobody has proved is irrational, but is most likely irrational.

Now go back to the 2-dimensional unit square case, and instead of finding the average length of a line segment between two random points inside it, find the average area of a triangle formed by three random points inside it. Miraculously the answer is exactly 11/144.

I guess that numbers must be defined, at least in a theory of everything, so that the number of numbers, too, makes sense.

[pinchingyourballs]

Axl (the axolotl, not the semen receptacle) watched Abby pace around her blackboards. Suddenly the solution hit him. Climbing to the surface of his pool he quickly fogged up the upper portion of his tank facing Abby. With the tip of his tail he gingerly etched in the fog the number that would solve all of Abby's problems. He was careful to write it backwards so that Abby could properly read it. Then he tapped on the tank to get her attention.

Abby heard the tapping and sauntered over to see why one of her specimens was interrupting her train of thought. Then she saw it.

"By golly the amphibian's got it. Of course. It was right there all along."

[Garnabby]

I don't know how, say, savants, exist without there being a simplistic connection to all things. Too bad that they never end up explaining themselves.

Savant syndrome is a rare condition in which persons with various developmental disorders, including autistic disorder, have an amazing ability and talent. The condition can be congenital (genetic or inborn), or can be acquired later in childhood, or even in adults.

Approximately half of savants are autistic; the other half often have some form of central nervous system injury or disease.

[MisterV]

Mr. V's "Theory of Everything."

[Garnabby]

Mister V's "Theory of Everything." four-two-zero

---> History of Sweet Home, Oregon.

https://anagram-solver.net/Mister.%2...o?partial=true

The name “Sweet Home” was first used for the Willamette Valley.

Portland, Oregon’s largest city, sits on the Columbia and Willamette rivers, in the shadow of snow-capped Mount Hood.

Some people say the after-smoking scent can take on notes of mustiness or a faintly foul, overly sweet scent.

Garnabby's Theory of Everything. H-two-O

--->

History of Newberg, Oregon.

I Want to Be Free (Toyah song).

Newton's theory of gravity.

The Big Bang Theory (TV show).

A History of the Brethren.

https://anagram-solver.net/Garnabbys...O?partial=true

Nestled in the heart of Oregon's picturesque Willamette Valley, Newberg is a charming city.

Clean living (and thinking). Ha.

[MisterV]

Garnabby's Theory of Everything. H-two-O

Uhh...are you claiming that your theory is ALL WET?

[Garnabby]

Garnabby's Theory of Everything. H-two-O

Uhh...are you claiming that your theory is ALL WET?

The quantum physics, ie, chemistry, of water.

Are you claiming that your theory is NUMEROLOGICAL (the study of numbers in the belief that they have a special importance in people's lives)? Ha.

Regardless, the H fits much better than the 4, to do with condensation on a window, and, the valley above. Unless it's a small h, which is an upside-down 4.

[pinchingyourballs]

Abby Garn had just finished two boxes of calzones when she felt the pain in her lower abdomen. Oh man, it was starting already. She wanted so badly to drop that deuce on the floor of Church's Chicken but would have to settle for the floor of the particle physics lab once again. She lifted the back of her labcoat and squatted to lay a perfectly cylindrical 3 foot long 2 inch wide anaconda of a turd. It's uniform brown color gleamed in the harsh fluorescent lights. Axl the axolotl espied it through his tank. The sight both amazed and terrified him. Tasha the forum troll espied it from behind the curtains and was suddenly very hungry. Abby the physicist espied it from where she stood. Then she began to feel faint, because laying a poop like that can cause a sudden drop in blood pressure. Abby gave in and passed out on the floor, thankfully not landing on the turd. Unconscious, but sleeping like a baby, Abby broke wind, sustaining the flow of gas for an amazing 6.480740698407860230965967436087996657705204307058 3465497113543978... seconds, which is pretty long for a fart if you think about it.

The lab's phone rang. With Tasha the only conscious person around to answer it, she emerged from behind the curtain and picked it up. "Yo, who dis?" She barked.

"Dis be DaKwan da janitor. I lost my key. Let me in foo."

"Why I let you in? They be sensitive expensive lab equipment an shit in dis lab."

"Na bitch, every night at this time Dr. Garn pass out after she dooky on da floor. I gots to clean it up or my boss be all up in my shit."

Tasha looked at Abby passed out on the floor and the amazing dooky resting peacefully beside her. Like two little angels, she mused.

"Aight Ima let you in."

[Garnabby]

Abby broke wind, sustaining the flow of gas for an amazing 6.480740698407860230965967436087996657705204307058 3465497113543978... seconds, which is pretty long for a fart if you think about it.

If we dug a hole through the middle of the planet could we literally fall half the journey to the other side?

Indeed you could. Now, if that hole was full of air, you’d max out at a couple of hundred miles per hour, take days to get to the center, then slow when you passed the center of gravity, get pulled back, and be stuck in the center of the earth with no realistic way out.

If, on the other hand, you could seal off both sides of this tunnel and pump it down to a near vacuum (presumably you’d be wearing a space suit of some kind), then you’d continue to accelerate until you hit the center of the earth, going blisteringly fast, and make the journey to the center in about 21 minutes. Then, as you shot up the other side, gravity would slow you back down, bringing you to a halt right at the surface on the other side. Hopefully, you’d have something to grab on to, or you’d fall right back down.

The trip back to the surface would be the mirror image of the one down, and would take another 21 minutes, meaning that you could traverse the world in 42 = (6.48074069840786023096596743608799665770520430705 83465497113543978... ^2) minutes flat.

The other interesting thing about it is that you’d be in free fall the whole time. So, if you didn’t look at the tunnel whizzing past you, you’d feel like you were floating in zero-g. Of course, if you came into contact with the tunnel walls, at any point, your shocking level of speed would probably take your hand off, and possibly send you crashing into the wall on the other side, meaning you’d be a pink mist by the time you came to a stop. But as long as you kept your hands and legs inside, you’d be fine.

Anyway, I thought about making it my final post, but, it looks like PYB, aka, ILBK, needs some help with his numbers. Ha.

And, I wouldn't have called it the "the end", but, "the beginning".


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1,137 -------------> 1137 = (1 + 1136) = (1 + 2^4 * 71) ---> 1271, or 1721, which is the flipside of 1691, or 1961, with the 2's, and 7's, similarly rotating to themselves (in the form of that 2). 1137 = (1000 + 137) ---> 1/137 .

[Tasha]

The next day, they got up and ate and got ready for the day.

They all chatted about Axl's 24 hour jail sentence. Axl mentioned it was went REALLY easy. They all smiled.

Billy said,"I'm glad jail was easy for you. I love you, Axl.

Axl said,"I'm glad it went well for me too. I love you, too Billy."

Billy and Axl made out, glad that they were Boyfriends.

Jimmy, Andy, James, and Mike blushed knowingly. Billy and Axl were really a good couple, they were one of the strongest Couples they had ever known.

James got a call from Melissa and she and he flirted happily.

Andy was a little envious of Billy and Axl's relationship. Axl and Billy making out made his stomach churn a little. He was in fact a little resentful of Axl and Billy's Relationship. Why couldn't he find a true love like Billy and Axl had? Matthew used him and completely broke Andy's heart. Andy REALLY loved Matthew and Matthew betrayed him.

Andy said,"I'm going to my room!" Mike had a feeling that he needed to go with Andy.

Mike said,"I'm going to your room with you!"

Andy allowed Mike to go to his room with him. Mike asked Andy,"Is there anything you want to talk about?

Andy opened up about being envious of Billy and Axl's Relationship. And still feeling bad about Matthew using him, betraying him, and breaking his heart.

Mike listened intently. Mike said,"Matthew was a jerk who didn't deserve you. You're better off without Matthew."

Andy said,"Thank you for the pep talk about Matthew.

Mike thanked him and he welcomed him.

Andy took a deep breath and said,"I have another confession to make, Mike."

Mike prompted Andy to tell him.

Andy said," I have a crush on Axl. I want Axl for myself. Please don't tell anyone else."

Mike said," I had a feeling that you had a crush on Axl when you were being clingy and obsessed with Axl. I won't tell anyone else." Andy thanked him and he welcomed him.

Andy shyly blushed. "I feel awful about trying to sell out Axl for $5,000. "

Mike said,"Yeah, you fucked up royally when you tried to sell out Axl, but we all know you feel bad about it. Axl forgave you for that. We all forgave you for it." Andy smiled.

Mike said,"Wanna go have a boy's day out, just us too?" Andy smiled and said,"I would love that." Mike smiled back.

Mike and Andy told each other they wanted to spend the day out together, just them two.

Billy, James, Jimmy, and Axl all were like," That's fine."

Mike and Andy smiled, put on bulletproof vests and motorcycle helmets and went out.

They went to Starbucks and had cheese Danishes and Venti Iced Mochas. They ate and drank, just enjoying each other's company. Fans asked for Selfies and Autographs and they obliged. The Fans were happy and went back to their tables.

After Starbucks, they went to the movies and had a good time. After the movies, they went to the mall and had a good time.

After the mall, they went to Denny's and had a nice meal. They paid and left.

After Denny's, they went back to the Luxurious Penthouse Suite.

Mike and Andy were glad they had a nice boy's day out.

Billy, Axl, James, and Jimmy were all glad they were back. Axl and Billy made out more and Andy's resentment of their relationship grew. Mike's saw the torture in Andy's face. Mike's heart went out to him, knowing that Andy had a crush on Axl.

Mike said,"Uh, Billy and Axl?"

"Yeah?" Billy and Axl answered

"Maybe you guys should make out in your Bedroom, not out in the open in front of everybody."

Billy and Axl were both baffled and were both like,"We usually make out in the open in front of everybody. I don't get why you're suddenly saying this."

James and Jimmy were baffled too.

Mike said," Matthew used, betrayed, and broke Andy's heart. Andy took this REALLY hard as he REALLY loved Matthew. Maybe stop making out in front of him out of respect." Andy said ,"It makes me uncomfortable watching you two make out after what happened between Matthew and I. "

James and Jimmy said,"That does make sense."

Billy and Axl were like,"Okay, makes sense. We'll stop making out in the open."

Mike and Andy thanked Billy and Axl and were welcomed.

Andy felt better that he wouldn't have to see Billy and Axl making out. Billy and Axl went to their bedroom and made out more in private.

Andy thanked Mike for speaking up for him. Mike welcomed him. Jimmy and James raised eyebrows at this, but decided to keep mum.

Mike, James, Jimmy, and Andy watched TV. On TV, they were reairing the Cake Cream show where Andy was being clingy and obsessed with Axl.

Andy blushed. "Not one of my best moments."

James and Jimmy laughed, but Mike looked sympathetic at Andy.

Mike said,"Let's change the channel. Let's watch Family Matters.

James and Jimmy asked Mike why he looked sympathetic at Andy and didn't laugh.

Andy and Mike exchanged glances.

James and Jimmy noticed the exchanged glances between Andy and Mike."

Jimmy and James asked Andy and Mike,"What the hell is going on with you too?"

Mike and Andy were both like,"We're both going to the movies!"

James and Jimmy were like,"We're going to the movies with you!"

Mike and Andy both said,"We're both going to the Supermarket!"

James and Jimmy were like,"We're going to the Supermarket with you!"

Mike and Andy were both like,"We're both going to the beach!"

James and Jimmy were like,"We're going to the beach with you!"

Andy and Mike were both like,"We're going to Ross!"

James and Jimmy were both like,"We're going to Ross with you!"

Andy and Mike were both like,"Would you guys leave us alone! We just want to go out alone!"

James and Jimmy said,"We agreed to be more open with each other!"

Cake Cream and Axl all knew that once,"We agreed to be more open with each other was spoken, it was a prompt to open up and tell each other what they were hiding.

Andy said, "I don't know how to tell you guys Jimmy and James about what's going on."

Mike said,"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to talk about it. It can remain our little secret."

Andy thanked Mike and he welcomed him. Mike smiled sympathetically at Andy.

James and Jimmy were even more baffled. There was definitely something up with Andy and Mike. What was it?

Andy said,"Let's just watch Family Matters like Mike suggested. James and Jimmy agreed to watch Family Matters.

Everybody watched Family Matters and it was an episode with Steve wanting Laura and Laura not wanting Steve back.

Andy blushed uncomfortably. Mike once again looked sympathetic to Andy.

James and Jimmy noticed Andy's uncomfortable blush. And Mike's sympathetic look to Andy.

Mike said,"You know what? Maybe watching this particular episode of Family Matters isn't such a hot idea. Let's watch Good Times instead.

Andy thanked Mike and he welcomed him.

Mike changed the channel to Good Times and it was the episode where The Evans threw Wanda a rent party to help her pay her rent for that month. A really feel good episode, filled with fun. James, Andy, Mike, And Jimmy really enjoyed the episode. Andy was grateful to Mike for changing the TV to this feel good episode of Good Times. Mike was glad he could help.

They watched more TV and chilled and then went to sleep.

[Garnabby]

Interestingly, if you think about it, that sentence noted above ...

Unconscious, but sleeping like a baby, Abby broke wind, sustaining the flow of gas for an amazing 6.5 seconds, which is pretty long for a fart if you think about it.

---> Pontifical Legation for the Basilicas of Saint Francis and Saint Mary of the Angels in Assisi.

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And, then, what's even more interesting, is that the nearby solution,

National Register of Historic Places listings in South and Southwest Portland, Oregon, begins a whole series of following solutions of that type of historic places listings. Which - if I recall - is the exact anagram solution from a few of posts ago. Ha.

"Sorry, I refuse to answer that except to say within its recesses I find the answer to ALL of life's questions. Good night, sleep tight, don't let the bedbugs bite."

---> National Register of Historic Places listings in South and Southwest Portland, Oregon.

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