“Griffin? You ever heard of knocking?”Griffin sniffed and tucked his chin-length hair behind his ears. “We’re family, dude, I don’t need to knock.”I sighed, not sure if Kellan could argue that point or not—not since Griffin had impregnated my sister. He really was family now. Lord help me.”
“Creativity needs time. We’re all dying. Fuck stagnation. High-five creation.”
“Griffin immediately beaned him in the back of the head with a Hackey Sack. “Dude, grow some balls. You’re an embarrassment to penises everywhere.”
“Fuck it, Dude.”
“Kill me if I ever look that Bad" . . . "Dude, what are you saying? . . . On the TV? That is you, dude. From like five years ago.”