BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT I’M WRITING ABOUT.

Evil Trout and Mc Banhammer sat nervously together on the soft, inviting couch beneath them. Something was a bit off tonight and they could both sense it. Longtime friends they were no strangers to sleepovers; Merrily rolling on the ground together, their loins innocently pressed into one another.

But Evil Trout knew tonight would be different. Ever since he began to walk that dark path through horrible, homoerotic forest of puberty he had begun to think of his friend in a different light.