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JC and Chris have something to say. Ok boys-- the floor
is yours. So to speak. Chris: RARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!! JC: Huh? That's it? That's all you have to say? Chris: Well, dude-- look at the picture of us they've used. Is that not a RARRRRRR kinda picture? JC: Hmmm...you have a point. But I think that they're hoping you'd say something disclaimer-ish. You know, in case Lance discovers this page while he's surfing the web looking for small countries to invade, reads all the stuff on here and then freaks the fuck out. You know how he gets. Chris: Oh man, do I ever. You remember those naked pictures I took of him that time? JC: No? Chris: Oh. Er...nevermind. Um...disclaimer-ish, you say? Ok, I can do that. Hey! Hey you! Person reading this! Yeah, you. This site contains, um. Well, porn. Fiction depicting me and JC and various other persons who may or may not be sparkly boybanders touching each other in rather intimate-- not to mention, really fucking pleasurable -- ways. Kim and halo have no idea if this fiction is true or not-- JC: Chris? It's called fiction for a reason, man.The reason being it's most likely not true. Well, except for the fact that it really is. Which reminds me, how's your ass this morning, man? Chris: Bite me, Jayce. JC: I thought you'd never ask. Now, about those naked pictures of Lance.....
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um. yeah. thanks, boys. so I guess we can consider ourselves disclaimed. kinda. well, hell. if we end up in jail, y'all are so gonna be our prison bitches. just sayin'.