Since your latest breakup you found yourself retreating form the world. Barely crossing paths with your social circle since, they began to grow worried. Your two best friends, Chet Grizzly, and Dave Cowell had been trying to get in touch but you had been dodging their calls.

*knocking at the door*

Annoyed that you must now peel yourself from the darkness and Netflix you groggily wade toward the door. Before it opens you can already see your friends heads through the glass, so you swing it open already talking "The fuck do you..."

"You look like a fucking mess dude." Dave intrudes, as his eyes disapprove tracing you head to toe.

"Don't smell much better either." Chet can't help but add, grabbing his nose just to send it home.

"Thanks." Already emotionally exhausted you can't find the effort to bother being clever. You walk back into the living room leaving the door open for them, regretting the crunch as you plop back down in your mess.

Chet just shakes his head, trying not to pay attention to my new habitat, but Dave never stays quiet "Jesus dude, this is depressing. You need to get laid!" he harasses, kicking a spilled chip bag out of the way. "The sooner the better, if you want to make it through the week. Go take a fucking shower and we'll go hit the town, get you some ass!"