“What’s going on here?” “Forehead time, boy.” “Oh, okay. How long does it–” “Rub. Back and forth. Get some friction going.” “I don’t understand what’s–” “Nogginate me, Treyvon.” “That’s not even a–” “Gimme the nog! Gotta have it!” … “Are you finished?” “I’m just happy to be out of the restaurant.” “Sure.” “Now, remember: no … Continue reading Phoreheads Are Better Than One