"I want a boner made of love."
Trailer Park Boys (pt. 2) meme;
“You and me both, cowboy, you and me both.” Vernon sighs very wistfully when he says this. He thinks it’s deep. Thinks he gets it. He gets weird and sentimental this time of night. Maybe it’s the stars. Or the part where he starts to sober up. Or the fact that it’s dark and all the bars are closed and there is something very romantic and deep about sipping a warm four-pack in a vacant lot, under the soft pink glow of a distant convenience store’s lights, in the company of a pal you feel compelled to be honest with, because he knows some things about the universe and grows great dope.
“Not gonna lie to you man, I think I popped a boner made of love earlier when those horny bachelorette party chicks rocked up at the gay bar. But do as I say, not as I do, yeah? You gotta call Uncle Vernon when you meet the right guy so I can grill him over brunch or something and make sure he’s a keeper.”
He sits on a wall where somebody has spray-painted a smiley face, definitely getting dirt on the back of his obscene $410 orange velvet pants, and periodically one of the three flip-phones on his person vibrates against his thigh. He knows it’s Bossman so he ignores it. He does this despite being perfectly able to picture in his head the drugged urgency. But Vernon has bigger things to think about. Boners made of love. Popping another bottle against the brickwork and dangling it down in front of Clover as the foam wets his hand. He smiles vacantly and there’s still lipstick of unknown origin smeared across his front teeth.
“I’m like, lookin’ out for you.”
