I haven’t been single in quite some time, but I’m sure anyone who has can remember the horrific strings of dates, the bad breakups, and other lackluster interactions with the opposite sex that had you (often with the help of Jim, Jose, Jack, Evan, Captain Morgan, or Stoli) declaring that you were giving it all up forever.
I mean, did I ever tell y’all about The Weeper? Ramen Noodle Trucker? Flaming Face Boy? Greasy Tracksuit? Duuuuuuuuude? Groundhog Date? Motley Pü? (more…)