Andy and Eric have shared a lot of good times together at Syracuse. A LOT of good times, if you know what I mean...wink, wink, nudge, nudge. So now that Eric has gone and left Andy, there's a hole in his heart and no amount of groupies or free cheesesteaks is going to fill it. Andy is lost, run amok in a sea of insecurity and inadquacy, and he's starting to make some poor choices.
At the Basket Ball the other night, some folks suggested to Andy that he find a ladyfriend or two to hang out with to take his mind off of things for a while. Ufortunately, they weren't specific enough:
Step away from the pre-teens, Andrew. Step away from the pre-teens.
Somehow, we escaped the evening without incident and now Andy is back to more comfortable surroundings. He's among friends, and that's always a good thing. It's nice to know you always have friends to turn to. Friends to sit next to. Friends who will offer you a shoulder to lean on. Friends to drink a couple brewskis with. Friends to have deep conversations with. Friends to really get to know, you know, on like, a really deep level, you know? Friends to drunkenly make out with at 3am.
Begun, this Andy Rautins Homoerotic Photo Era has.
Thanks Facebook.