As my friend J.W. mentioned, there was only one car up to Lake Tahoe. But apparently there was a boat too. When you put five flaming homotrons on a boat in the middle of nowhere (when it’s cold) you’re bound to get some heartwarming, dick-tickling love. But we did not come here for love.
Can someone please tell the ginger, David, to a) go to the beach for a tan once in a while, and b) get a haircut. I’m not talking about the head on those shoulders, I’m talking about the knees on that thing. Harry & the Hendersons is so not in this season. Trim, cut, and conquer people. But, let’s be honest, those nipples could cut glass.
But then he starts giving cooking advice as the gang heads back to the cabin for a depressing model’s dinner of boneless, skinless chicken breast. Her recent failures aside, Martha Stewart he’s not. Cinnamon on chicken? Where did he grow up? I bet he destroys chicken the same way he destroys buttholes. Medium rare and a dash of salt. Oh sorry, cinnamon.
Anyway, put your chicken down and listen.
Day 2 culminates in a bareback fuck over the pool table featuring Bryce and Tanner. Bryce tosses Tanner’s salad, but it’s Bryce’s hole that gets pounded here, all raw and unsafe and he says “cum inside me” and all that. Please react accordingly.