Our faithful story begins in the living room of an ordinary suburban neighbourhood on an average autumn afternoon. It's around 2 o'clock and our fresh faced (but TOTALLY ADULT) protagonist Frank has decided to invite his good friend Hank around for some Chips 'n' dip and maybe a few scenes of The Fast and The Furious: Tokyo Drift - Frank's favourite movie EVER. He's alone for the afternoon, his faithful wife Maria is off at her day job working the corner [shop]; she is the main source of income for their modest family of four, after all when you look like Frank you probably would never need to work a day in your life what with his tanned skin, hot chizzled abs and a sexy jaw line to boot, He was the ultimate sex-god. Go Maria! Some had even compared him to Owen Wilson but only with a different face, brown hair, abs and a less prominent nose - I guess you could say that he doesn't even resemble Owen Wilson but who really can say for sure.
DING DONG
There went the doorbell, Frank raised up from his living room sofa, placed his authentic african tribal bowl full of fat-free popcorn down on the Indian childslave table and walked to the door, shirtless. With a body like Frank who even has TIME for T-shirts anyway? As he opened the door Frank gazed upon his best friend and noticed "OH MY GOD!" He shrieked "W-What Frankie?" Said Hank, as he blushed nervously at Frank's excitment. "No WAY! You totally have a stain on your brand new Polo Ralph dogtooth pattern T-shirt! C'mere girlfriend and take it off, I'll throw it in the wash for you!" "Oh my GOD! I can't believe it! This was a birthday present from Lindsey Lohan, She'll be TOTALLY PISSED if she hears that I've wrecked it like this!"
