Fuck you, Saturday morning.
I remember when I was in Belize (maybe it was Roatan) and one of the tour guides explained that the houses don't have numbers, they have colors and names. Yesterday I learned that there are places here in the states that are not unlike that. I spent the day setting up cable, internet, utilities, etc. Depending on which of those things I was doing, I had to use a different variation of our new address. Our new place has, no shit, five different variations of an address. One variation is simply: Sandbar.
|Apparently Google thinks Sandbar is a drunk chick making her father proud|
But what if one dude's junk is really cold and the other dude is doing him a solid? Isn't that part of the bro code? Is doing that thing where you blow on your hands to keep them warm, only you're doing it to your bro's junk a part of the deal?
You're welcome for the mental image.