"I taste like pina colada," Troy said, randomly, as he, Ryan, and Chad sat on the ginormous couch in their living-room-cum-zomg-look-at-the-huge-tv-it's-GIGANTIC area of the apartment. There were the remains of an extra-large pizza on the coffee table, and half a bottle (of two) remaining of Coke beside it. Ryan had bowed to the double-onslaught of ( Read more... )