« Reply #63 on: November 19, 2006, 05:57:11 PM »
Randall: Ya know, friend, bein' a heterosexual is a full time job.
Jack: That it is, friend, that it is. Sometimes wears me out, bein' a heterosexual all the time.
Randall: Ya know, my heterosexual friend's got a little cabin, we could do some fishin', drink some whiskey, take us a little break from bein' heterosexual all the time.
Jack: Well, that might be nice, but I've got this heterosexual friend name a Ennis, and he's a handful when he gets jealous.
Randall: Well, I don't mind fuckin' ya both, as long as we're all heterosexual.
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"…in the family homestead of his dead lover, the shirts they wore while cowboying together long before: shabby denim and weary cotton, wrapped in each other's arms." Like this. Always.
He either fears his fate too much
Or his deserts are small
Who dares not put it to the touch
To win or lose it all