Good Night, Sweet Brosephs

ULTIMO WAS DANNY TREJO THE WHOLE TIME, SON!

I knew his voice sounded familiar! But it does make you wonder why he didn’t just say who he was earlier because then he coulda been all “Um, excuse me your honor. I am Danny Trejo and I will totally kill everyone if you don’t rule in my favor” or something and then flashed a vest full of knives to the bailiff and they could have just won like twenty minutes into the episode and there would have been more time for sluts playing volleyball in bikinis or twins oil wrestling for margaritas or something important like that. Talk about a squandered opportunity.

So anyway that brings us the end of season one of “Franklin & Bash” and I think I can totes say with 100% certainty that is it the greatest show about bros playing by their own rules and nailing sluts ever. And don’t be sad about this season ending bros and ladybros because like I said in the beginning you need to look at the bright side and take away the important life lessons of the show like how doing business in a hot tub is awesome or how sometimes the problem isn’t the law but it’s that some old dude needed boner pills.  You know, life stuff. As long as you remember that stuff, then “Franklin & Bash” will never die.

It’s like that one Chinese bro said, “Don’t curse the darkness bros, light a candle or a fart or put a highlighter in an empty liquor bottle so it glows when you hit it with a black light or maybe just smoke a bowl and play Call of Duty in the dark because that is intense.”

THE END