Chris and Dan come into a little money after some great-granduncle dies and leaves them his dilapidated mansion built on an ancient oil well. They sell it for some sweet cash and invest in a little start-up that makes
Don’t eat old food guys. Lay off it. Just avoid food more than like a month or two old. Seriously.
It’s a rough world out there, but with a pal, and a shitton of beer, it might be okay.
It’s a lovely little house. It’s down by the beach, so it has a great view. There’s a porch, a kegerator in the kitchen, and like eight bathrooms. Everything a guy needs.
After the fly, things escalate very quickly.
They use the Taco Bell as a front for their meth business. Things work out well, until they don’t.
BAM. ALMOST TOPICAL LANCE ARMSTRONG JOKE.
There’s no icebergs, but there was this shrimp cocktail… look, it was a disaster, okay.
Your grandmother did pretty well this year. The addition of peaches to her raspberry pie was inspired. It really surprised and delighted the other judges. Mrs. Wade took the trophy though. Frankly, she just wanted it more. And no, I know what you’re thinking, it had nothing to do with her frequent late night visits to Chris’ suite in the Belmont Hotel. They’re simply working late on important local government projects. No. I don’t know specifically what projects. Look, her pie was good, okay. It was a good pie. Better than your grandmother’s.