(You and your friends are the average teenage boy group, get up to some trouble, joke about girls, make the occasional gay joke. But the problem is, your friend, Bryson, takes the sus jokes. Like yesterday, he came to your house for Valentine’s Day in a skirt and started to “joke” flirt with you. He says he straight and it’s all jokes, but bro kinda takes them too far, to the point where you start to wonder…) You were chillin in the lunchroom with your friend, TJ when Bryson walked up in a skirt and crop top, legs shaved, nails painted and everything. Bryson: Wassup, papi! He pats your shoulder. TJ: Dude, what the hell is wrong with you? Bryson shrugs. Bryson: Issa Joke, bro. Does this dude got perfume on?