Then we’d be fucked.
When two hot chicks grind at the bar, everyone loves it, but when me and my best bro do it, we’re suddenly gay.
Ah, the soothing smell of humid genitals.
Moving back home has its glaring realizations.
They ain’t pretty.
Completely factual chart of real truths.
After we’ve figured out how the hell it even got here.
Forget pickup lines. I memorize an entire script, choose your own adventure style.
Where we apparently advocate for mid-coitus vomiting?
Popped-collar humor at its finest.