About 10 years ago I had a buddy (who will remain nameless) who had spent the day with his face in a fresh bag of Cheektowaga Wild Fire. Though not gay, (well at least we don’t think so) he had the sudden urge to quick kiss a guy in the middle of a bar. As for his rationale, he said he was trying to start a fight with the dude so he could then steal his lady. Oh what it was like to be twenty something and oh so desperate.

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