I don't even know that person. Just someone in the fitness group not a friend. I simply made a comment about chewing tobacco because he had a can of dip in his pocket. You guys are fucking retarded stalking me on facebook and making up stupid stories everytime you find a post of mine. Get a life
Love in a Small Town Store -
"I like the Skoal, but the Kodiak tastes better, and let's not forget the Copenhagen......"
The urban cowboy sure was taking a long time picking out a dip, the cashier thought as he peered out the window. A bit out yonder he saw a bald man on a strange contraption that looked like a baby carriage with pedals. "City queer" he pondered. There sure were a lot of them now-a-days, raising chickens, driving dualies, building mcmansions. But they brought money to the town, so who was he to judge?
"I'm thinking Skoal....", the cowboy said.
"Take your time" the dis-interested cashier said. He noticed the bald man entered, and was now by the Pringles display.
"Now, I'm thinking Kodiak again...."
The bald man was rummaging through the Gatorades now.
"Screw it, I guess I'll split the difference, and go Cope...."
"Good Choice" the cashier said, as he turned around to get it.
"You're a big guy, whut-da-ya curl?"
Strange conversation the Cashier thought, as he turned around to see the bald man holding a can of salt and vinegar Pringles and a blue Gatorade. "Who the fuck drinks blue Gatorade?" the cashier thought, he wished the strange bald man would buy them all so he wouldn't have to look at the things.
"Sir, I'm going to need to see some ID for the dip, sorry state law."
"I curl #155." the Cowboy said as he dug through his wallet.
"You dip too?, I should've known from the ring fade on your jeans." the bald man said. "I used to dip in high school and college. A bunch of sweaty young dudes dipping and spitting.... Kinda gross to think about now, but also kinda sexy, you know?".
"This is some strange fag mating dance", the counterman thought.
"My name's Hankins, Brian Wood Healy Hankins, but you can call me Brian."
"Nice to meet you Bri." the cowboy said, reaching for his ID, and accidentally knocking the can of Cope off the counter on to the floor.
"Let me get that for you, that trike's been awesome for my knees.", the bald man now known as Brian said as he started to bend for the Copenhagen tin. Right at crouch level he stopped and peered up at the Cowboy and smiled.
The Cowboy smiled back.
And it was at that moment Brian knew the Cowboy was his.
"It takes all kinds" the counterman thought as he turned back to the register to avoid the spectacle.
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A little gay Hankins fan-fic to start your day.
