Rip beanology. You're gonna get fucked over by a Amerigunt
Ralph comes home from a long day of cruising downtown. He's tired, his gunt hurts, and he hasn't been able to set up that threesome with his loving husband Memology. This has been taxing, but he knows it will be worth it to strengthen their relationship. He opens the front door and puts his 1950s business fedora on a hat stand, revealing his bleached hair. As he undoes his tie, he hears a strange noise coming from upstairs. Ralph is curious, Memology is usually relaxing downstairs and he fears it might be an intruder. Slowly trudging upstairs , empty bottle of Maker's Mark in hand as a makeshift weapon, the noises become clearer, more distinct.
The noises become groans. Did Memology hurt himself? Ralph walks over to the bedroom and opens the door. Ralph is utterly shocked by the sight in front of him. Memology is on all fours on their bed, bare naked. On top of him is Ralph's one time business partner turned rival, Zoom. Zoom has rested his gunt on Memology's lower back, and is slamming his asshole for all he's worth. Memology is moaning "
Ā” joder!
Ā” joder!" Ralph drops the empty bottle, which shatters on the hardwood floor of their lovely home. Memology gasps upon seeing his husband standing in the doorway, but Zoom keeps pounding. "I told you not to go against me Ralph, there's consequences for everything."
Ralph waddles down the stairs as fast as he can crying like a dolphin out the door. Memology starts to weep, how could he have betrayed his husband like that? Zoom checks his watch. "Ah shit, I need to go stream. Alright, we'll reconvene tomorrow night?"
Memology doesn't respond.
"Alright, whatever. you have my number if you ever want to hook up again."
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he brought zoom back in. He has to deal with this. 
