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21st Century Problems: Let's Hear It for the Boy (#201) (Louis Toliver Jr-Austin, TX)

Hello, my name is Lyndon Powerade Nelson III. My friends call me Trey, well the writer of this series calls me "Trey" because, honestly, up to this point have you really seen me with any friends? I'm what you call a surrogate character. Simply, I'm just a vessel for this writer guy named, Louis Toliver Jr. I don't really know him and it's obvious he doesn't know me, yet. I'm not sure what his motives are but let's just roll with it and pick up where we left off last season. You see, I'm just a young guy working 4 or 5 jobs with A.D.D. I had a Michelle Branch obsession, but my neighbor, Nate, who has an internet addiction, has surely ruined that for me. I've been pretty traumatized by my recent break up with my ex-boyfriend, Terri, who is a female to male transgender. However, Terri has come to realize he rather be with women. On top of that, I'm slowly becoming the surrogate father to Ben, or Fisheater2013, a vulgar 12-year old I met online gaming. Any questions? Well, let's get back to Richard E. Nixon Junior High School and finally finish that 3-part episode. **This recap has been for the lazy asses that don't want to go back and read the first season.**


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