Snapple for Becky, Herpes for Otto.

It's not Valentine's day or anything, but if you've been getting a little lax in your personal relationships, I think you ought to pause, remember what it's actually like to date, and consider the alternatives:



This next video/ cautionary tale begins with an incomprehensible but innocuous photo shoot at Target and quickly escalates into the most awkward, uncomfortable, terrible thing you will ever see on the internet. Things get especially hairy around 2:19. Next time you hear a crack about white guys dancing, I want you to remember this video, ineptly "chorographed" by five soulful gentlemen in wife beaters. And mesh shorts. And socks.



You know, as the proud owner of a vagina, I think I can speak for all of us when I say that there's only one thing we appreciate more than homoerotic amateur dance-offs in studio apartments: baked goods.

Love means never having to say you're sorry (about the Herpes).