Don't hate me. I swear sex is coming!
For those unwilling to watch two minutes of badly read gay fiction, Chapter 7 of this week's installment of Larry Duplechan's novel Eight Days a Week includes the following: "'What choice have I, really, but to" -- I whispered into Snookie's ear -- "pork the living daylights out of him? I mean, it's practically my duty.'"
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