me, wading into the cohost meta tag: hey when you guys are on here, do you guys ever feel like you're hanging out in the psychological equivalent of [a walmart parking lot at 2am, wearing hand-me-downs that are nearly a decade old and drinking sprite and vodka out of a big gulp], or is that just me?
me, trying to explain the zeitgeist: Cohost is like if you took QuikTrip level jokes and combined them with Casey's level takes.
post is leaving my sphere of influence, so im just claiming this top comment spot, in case i need to issue commandments or proclamations or so on.
my only announcement so far is:
hell yeag, brother
keep up the good work
Cohost is smoking weed behind the hardware store discussing esoteric belief systems and also Sailor Moon
i apologize, i too wish i didn't have an internal gas station hierarchy.
okay but this is exactly it like for me cohost either feels like walking past the computer lab after school where all the nerds are excitedly crammed around one machine yelling ab something. or chilling out back of the allsup's smoking weed w/ your friend who should be on shift and smells like the deep fryer
