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A Triangle and Mac Thanksgiving by jamie flam 
Triangle hiked the ball through his tiny, baby triangle legs to an ill-prepared Mac. Ricocheting off his make-shift helmet (constructed of hangers, burgundy tissue paper, and googley eyes), the ball hit the grass, and Mac followed seconds later with a small thud. "What the fuck is your problem, Mac? I didn't realize you had sex with men!" triangle exclaimed, frustrated with his fifth thwarted attempt at hiking the ball to Mac. "I didn't realize you were homophobic, triangle!" shouted Mac, lifting himself up from the ground while wiping off mud from his football blouse. "I don't have anything against the gays, Mac. I am just saying that all the penises you take in your butthole are affecting your concentration and work ethic out here." Shocked at what triangle just said, Mac put his hands to his cheeks and slowly turned away, almost as if towards an invisible camera, mouth agape. 
"Hey Mac!" triangle shouted from 2 feet away, give or take a few inches. "What is it, triangle?" Mac replied, arms outstretched, wearing his signature outfit: red cap, red shirt, blue pants, and brown shoes. "We should get festive this Thanksgiving. Do it right. Get in costumes and act out the very first Thansgiving," triangle said, confidently. Fearing the inevitability of a zing, Mac half-heartedly replied, "What did you have in mind?" "I'll dress up as a Pilgrim, you'll dress up as an Indian, and then I'll fuck you in the ass!" triangle yelled, absolutely beaming with joy. Shocked at what triangle just said, Mac put his hands to his cheeks and slowly turned away, almost as if towards an invisible camera, mouth agape. *triangle, with little understanding of American History, literally meant "fuck mac in the ass," not realizing the edgy, political statement that lied within. Click here for more exciting Triangle and Mac adventures! |
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