The (sexual) act of taking a poster, crumpling it up, shoving it down your throat, swallowing it, defecating it out,
flushing the toilet, going into your septic tank (or inside a sewage system, but this is far riskier), finding the poster, taking it out, cleaning it, unwrinkling the poster, admiring the brand new “vintage” look of the poster, framing it and then reselling it on eBay or an
alternative ecommerce site for a
ridiculous price, letting someone buy it, giving it to them, waiting half a decade before finally finding the buyer, tracking down the posters current whereabouts, retrieving it, unframing it, and then finally repeating the process until satisfied with the design.
Person 1: “Dude
you know what would be frickin’ crazy right now?”
Person 2: “Huh”
Person 1: “Dude… let’s finnish fire alarm each other”
Person 2: “Nah twin that crap’s gay as hell”
Person 1: “Maybe I am gay”
Person 2: “You tryna tell me something NAME?”
Person 1: “Im
trying to tell you… we’ve been roommates for 10 years now and you haven’t even given me a smooch or anything”
Person 2: “You’re right i’ve been so horrible to you!”
Person 1: “So… finnish fire alarm?
Person 2: “Finnish fire alarm. And maybe, if i’m feeling generous, we can
Norwegian Cake Pop each other after that”
Person 1: “You had me at ‘finnish fire alarm’ dude!”
Person 3: “Gayyyy”
