Hey, Cool Kids, and welcome to the blog that carries out jokes longer than the Cold War!
Let's get right into the ridiculously stale shipping jokes ships.
The Third-Wheel Bill (Only a third-wheel to Bill Squared, really)
"Guys, not in public!" Bill cries with exasperation.
We all know, hopefully, that Bill Squared is an excellent ship by now. On this blog, we take the time to really appreciate the fine art that is the shipping of people. But have we come to appreciate those unsung heroes that make these ships possible? Have we come to really recognize those who tag along, fulfill the awkward and cumbersome duties of third-wheeling?
Bill seems to feel really under appreciated for all the hard work he puts into managing this ship. He is the Batman to their Gotham, the peanut butter to their jelly, and the "Good Movie" to their Phantom Menace (that last one was a joke). But not anymore. We will finally show him off with this photo that speaks a thousand words! We will finally capture the struggle of having to make sure that Bill Squared don't make out during practice or study hall, or really just try to make sure they don't kill somebody. It's a hard job, but Bill is up to the challenge. To quote, Bill told me this one time:
"Holy shit, you need to help me Forrest. We need to send these two monsters into the pits of hell where they belong. Granted, they are me..."
He's really good with words.
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