This weekend is gonna be like vacationing beneath the folds of Satan's ballsack, we all know this. And in our own way we're gonna have to manage it.
Me? I'm planning on drawing every goddamn curtain in the house and I'm playing video games.
Only one problem -- what am I gonna do about the sweaty palms. How am I gonna stop the controller from feeling like a lubed-up collection bulbous ice cubes.
Ladies and gentleman, I have the solution.