What’s better than two pals with pepperoni nipples sitting down to talk about a guy pulling his pud on an airplane? Well, I can think of one thing, imagine having a chance encounter with someone who did you dirty back in the day. Imagine your brain scrambling to place that familiar face that fills you with sick feeling as you realize who they are, while remembering what they did, quickly followed up with the giddy realization that shit ain’t exactly working out for them—nope. Sure they were happy for a while when they decided to dump your ass like a cold cup of coffee. But, that happiness was fleeting in every sense of the word. Turns out they needed someone in their lives like you to maintain a sane state of equilibrium, and with you out of the picture they bounced around for a while, swinging from dick-to-dick like some kind of slutty Tarzan, in a series of relationships, each less healthy than the last. It’s obvious this persons bad choices have them sleeping on a futon, slowly deve
