Porcher
When you’re outside with your buddies and you’re sitting on the front porch or the back porch or really any sided porch, and you crack open a cold brewski with the broskies and start havin those conversations about that asshole coworker or Sally down the street who you just found out is the reason you’re now all Igloo buddies. And then the next day you can’t wait to do it all over again, only this time in order to summon the troops you send out the rallying cry, “Hey, wanna have a porcher?”
