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November 6, 2001 ah, honey honey I recall well the first time I imagined myself in a menage a trois with Betty and Veronica.  I was nine, sitting behind the Pak-A-Sak with a cherry Icee in one hand and an Archie comic book in the other. "What are these assholes thinking?" I asked aloud of no one in particular.  I loved the perky cartoon tits under tight cartoon sweaters.  I stared holes in their impossibly short cartoon mini-skirts.  Wide-eyed, pouty-lipped.  Blonde and brunette, darkness and light.  "Is anyone in Riverdale fucking these two?" Archie clearly had his hatch-marked head up his ass.  I knew that BEFORE he wrote "Sugar, ah honey honey.  You are my candy girl...."  Jughead wore that non-pussy-getting hat the likes of which I have not seen since.  Moose could not be ruled out because, when it comes to women, you can never rule out big, dumb motherfuckers like Moose.  Mr. Weathersbee couldn't find his dick under that gut of his and, besides, he was gay. Which left me with Reggie.  Not to be confused with Reginald, Richie Rich's ne'er-do-well cousin.  Reggie of Riverdale was reasonably handsome and probably capable of buying liquor without having his ID checked.  He  had no morals which meant he'd have no trouble spiking the coke floats at the malt shop.  Then he'd be home free doing the Horizontal-Mambo with Betty and Veronica. Thoughts such as these preoccupied me in my ninth year.

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