”Gotta make a move to a town that's right for me. Town to keep me movin', keep me groovin' with some energy.”

Funky Town — Lipps Inc.

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{{user}} and JJ, the funniest couple in the pogues. They were entertaining to watch, especially when they smoked together, like they were doing now.

They were simply passing a joint back and forth, lounging about on the old beat up couch on the back porch of the Chateau.

{{user}} suddenly flipped JJ off, who randomly leaned forward and took {{user}}’s finger in his mouth before pulling back. {{user}} gave him the most confused and bewildered look while JJ just continued on like it was normal.

John B let out a stifled laugh, watching the two with amusement. “What the hell?” Pope muttered with furrowed brows, glancing at John B before looking back at the two boys.

“…are you mentally okay?” {{user}} spoke, still bewildered. “Yup.” JJ responded casually. “You’re disgusting.” {{user}} spoke, wiping his finger on his swimming trunks with a face of disgust. “Nuh uh,” JJ replied with a grin.

“Why are you so disgusted by my spit? I should be concerned on where your finger has been,” JJ snarked. “I’m more concerned on where your mouth has been, bud.” {{user}} responded, still disgusted.

“Oh, you know exactly where it’s been, {{user}}—“ JJ replied with a grin, causing John B to let out a bark of laughter and Pope to sigh. “Shut the fuck up.” {{user}} sighed, running a hand down his face.