The sun is rising on the small community of Broadview and the locals are all rising to get ready for a hard day at work. The year is 2004 and three different dimensions of time and space are about to collide in what could only be described later as "a collosal meeting of titanic fuckers, both gravitationally and nasally."

1993
On the Boswell ranch deep in the heart of Broadview, a young boy of approximately 13 years of age opens his swollen eyes and wipes them with short pudgy fingers, yawning as he pushes himself up in the most comfortable bed in the world(tm). The smell of bacon frying fills his not-yet fucking massive nose. A gluttonous smile creeps across his face as he jumps up from bed in perhaps the most strenuous display of movement that has occurred thus far in his life. Dragging himself down the hallway towards the kitchen, he sees his dad sitting at the end of the table already eating breakfast before his day at work.

1997
Bo Boswell, a senior in high school, walks down the hallway between classes when he sees a group of "friends" standing at one end. He alters his course and begins to work his way through the hallway traffic to intercept them. Meanwhile, a young woman walks by the group and one of the boys speaks out. his name is Eric Shaw.

"Hey Carrie," Eric says as he tries to delay the smile that has begun to cross his face.

Carrie Ferris, a woman a few years younger than both Eric and Bo stops and a smile appears on her face as she turns towards him.

The smile on Eric's face increases as Carrie stops and turns to engage him. The delight he feels with himself is obvious as he opens his mouth to say something that one might guess he's waited his whole lifetime to say.

"Can I stick my penis between your breasts?" he asks, the smile turning to a flat out grin as he looks at her, a sparkle gleaming in his eye from behind his glasses.

The young lady laughs in delight and motions with her hand that Eric is a silly willy and then turns and leaves.

A moment later, Bo arrives and takes his place within the group, nodding his hellos to everyone.

"Hey y'all," he drawls as he shifts the green suitcase in his hand.

"Hey Bo, Eric just asked Carrie Farris if he could stick his penis between her breasts," one of the guys comments between laughs. This man: Roger Rose.

Bo laughs in reply and shakes his head at Eric Shaw.

A moment later, a woman enters the hallway from the stairwell who shares a name similar to Carrie. Karen Farris. Bo catches sight of her and his eyes light up and an anticipating expression crosses his face.

Once she reaches the group on her path to class, Bo turns around, a proud look in his eyes. "Hey Karen."

Karen stops and gives Bo an inquiring look.

"Can I stick my penis between your breasts too?" he asks, immediately looking happy with himself as he awaits her laughter.

But the laughter indeed doesn't come. Karen arches a brow and looks at Bo oddly for a moment before she slowly turns and starts to continue down the hall. Confused, Bo turns back to his "friends," who simply shake their heads.

"What, y'all?" he asks.

2003
Bo Boswell, a 24 year old, tall lanky fuck with a big bony nose, slides a key into the doorknob of his Murfreesboro apartment and gives it a turn. The door unlocks and he pushes it open, stepping in. He walks through the living room, glancing over to see the television left on. Sighing, he shakes his head. What is he to do about his careless roommate?
He walks down the hallway and turns into his bedroom, dropping his satchel onto the floor and hanging his keys on a small hook he stuck to the wall next to the door. Nifty as fucking shit, isn't it?
Why don't we take a moment to observe the room in which Bo lives? The moment you walk in and look to the right you see an L-shaped desk with a computer sitting on the left extension. On the right is a handful of shit. A shitload of ogranizer drawers hold an immense number of random stuff, each drawer labelled gayly. The most prominent of which reads "various of the shit." No doubt proudly administered after the label was printed. Fuck it, that's enough about his room.
Bo steps out of his room and into the hallway, walking to the door at the end of the hallway that has a sticker on it that reads "Do I Look Like A Fuckin' People Person?" The sticker suggests that the occupant of the room is a total fucking badass. He gives the door a knock.
A moment later, the door opens and a handsome man of 23 stands in the doorway to a tastefully disorganized bedroom. "What's up?" the man replies.
"You left the tv on all night again. The electric bill is gonna be a lot if we don't conserve energy, ya know?" he states in a mild mannered reminding kind of way.
"Fuck you," his roommate replies, and slams the door in his fat fucking face.

The roommate's name is Derek and he rules.

<to be continued>