Born in the belly of California, these two characters grew up minutes apart from the middle of nowhere. Somehow they still managed to find themselves immersed in two completely different worlds.
Fate managed to bag the duo 18 years later, allowing them to stitch together a history over cherry Slurpees that have since been replaced with coffee. And whiskey. And champagne.
It wasn't long before they had the urge to skip town.
Slapping a matching spot of ink on their wrists in an effort to avoid a freaky-deaky case of mistaken identity, they set sail for San Diego. Some time later, they made this website.
So far the only thing that I've caught on my security camera is my bad posture.
If Disney's new streaming service isn't called The Vault, they've been lying to us for years.
How about a scapeghost instead of a scapegoat? This way nobody has to take responsibility.