“Joey,” Brad says in amusement, snorting as he holds up a piece of chicken with his fork. It’s covered in syrup from his waffles. “Look. This chicken strip looks like a peen, dude! It even has two balls, see? Well, maybe one and a half. Something definitely happened to the second one. But still.” He wiggles the chicken a bit. “Think I can get it down in one bite?” Yep, that’s the one. I’m going to spend the rest of my life loving that man. I can’t wait.
