I guess I just laid down next to him with the entire pot of mac n cheese and started giving him a handie with one hand and eating with the other
high enough to want to lick peanut butter off of Michael Buble's vocal chords as he serenades me.
Get dressed, I have 50$ and you need a new beer pong table since we threw yours off the 8th floor last night.
It's ok. Rob's just shotgunning upside down.