bstayrook asked:

I gotta know... How did the brajs go from having house parties in the first season to basically having no friends in 3B? Was it because everyone saw Ders' dick and got scared?

I think you can only Poop Dollar, mass dick pic text circulate, and serve out the ipecac cocktails so much before the E-Vite list dries up.

Just look at the house parties by "To Kill A Chupacabraj"; the lady folk had all but boycotted the Bash Bros Bashes.  

In a coming episode, you’re going to see a very different type of house party.  Either how far the guys have fallen… or how they’ve turned it all around.  

Depends on what you’re into.

comedycentral
comedycentral:

It’s a classic boys meet hovercraft, hovercraft explodes story. Click the gif to watch the full Workaholics episode “El Chupacaraj.”
New episodes return next month!

The mothership means "To Kill a Chupacabraj", but we’ll give ‘em a pass on this one since they allow us to exist and everything.  
Plus Kyle Kinane, AKA Sewer Dwayne, is the voice of their network and that guy rules.   

comedycentral:

It’s a classic boys meet hovercraft, hovercraft explodes story. Click the gif to watch the full Workaholics episode “El Chupacaraj.”

New episodes return next month!

The mothership means "To Kill a Chupacabraj", but we’ll give ‘em a pass on this one since they allow us to exist and everything.  

Plus Kyle Kinane, AKA Sewer Dwayne, is the voice of their network and that guy rules.   

Wordaholics - Lyring

Lyring: The art of creatively re-imagining events so they positively influence a court case, interrogation, or parent’s sweat-out in your favor.

While sometimes painted with litigious words like “Perjury” and “Illegal”, Lyring tips the scales of justice in the direction of the good guys so the Franklin & Bash's of the world may live to Franklin another Bash.  

To properly practice the practice like on The Practice, one doesn’t simply say a red car was white; one talks about how the car was driven by roided-up juice heads who came with baseball bats and kept menacingly pointing at the storefront window while blaring Bon Jovi, and they clearly were responsible for the damage, not your errantly thrown baseball.

Rumor has it that scratched into the stall door of every city courthouse is this simple rhyme— When in court, truth stay away, and live for lyring another day.  God bless our court system and all it’s soldiers.

In a Sentence: ”My buddy Bert did some low-down dirty Lyring and got me out of that public urination beat, good thing, too, I got priors.”