P&P Sandwich
Pat and Paul drag you to a hidden spot during a bike ride. They pour gels and poop into your bibs, then both climb in naked and start jumping on you like it’s a wrestling match. You’re smothered in goo while they scream ‘P&P sandwich’ like they’re in a madhouse.
I was trying to ride and Pat was sitting on my chest like a fat kid on a couch.
Paul kept throwing gel in my face and said it was ‘the sauce.’
They left me in the bush with a bib full of poop and gel like I was a dirty dog.