Disclaimer: Yeah. Do I even have to say it anymore?
Oh. My. God. I am SOOOOOOO sorry I haven't been on in almost exactly a year! Things have gotten so crazy! I'll try to make it up to you, don't worry!
Just as Pogo was about to pray to the porcelain god, he was stopped by an….. interesting gay guy.
The man was –there was no other way to put it- Liberache's boyfriend. He just had to be. Or he was on crack. He was dressed in all pink with a flowing cape. He was wearing bright red lipstick and other things men should not put on because of the vile-ness.
"Would you like a lap dance?" the man asked.
Pogo's face contorted in horror and there was no time to head to the porcelain god for this one. "Who are you?" he choked as Ham was saying, "Is it just me, or does Pogo's puke look like… alphabet soup?"
The pink-coated man rolled his eyes. "I am Stripper," he introduced himself, taking Pogo's hand and pulling him onto to the dance floor.
Hairy watched them dance for a bit and then noticed Ham bent over the place where Pogo had tossed his cookies. He appeared to be eating….
"Oh, god, don't do that!" Hairy cried, pulling him away. He wasn't drunk enough to allow it.
"Why not? Dogs do it!" Ham defended himself, wiping his mouth. "I don't have a problem!"
Hairy shook his head as Piping ran over. "Look at Pogo!" he cried. Pogo had a dazed and dreamy look on his face as he looked up at Stripper.
"Oh no, he's bi!" Hairy yelped.
"What's bi?" Ham asked.
"Errrrrrr…. he goes both ways," Piping said quietly.
"Ah, I get it, it's a two-way street!" Ham said. Hairy went into hysterics at these words, but suddenly he noticed Ham looked sort of….jealous.
"Ham, you don't…." he started.
"What? He's hot!" Ham snapping, turning away from the others.
Okay. That was another pointless chapter. I'll get back to the plot soon enough.