“Dude, you’re fucking paranoid right now. Chill, man.” “Did you not hear her?” Brig seethes with worry. “She said we would never have dicks again.” Christ. I drag my hand over my face. We are way too drunk to be dealing with something like this. “She said we would have broken love. Your dick is fine.” “That’s what you think? Have you looked at yours yet? What if she turned them green or something?
