The codependent, ill-advised adventures of co-workers/best friends/nemeses/gullies Jake Hurwitz and Amir Blumenfeld.
Don't hang up on your dreams. They'll get pissed.
Why lock somebody out, when you can lock them in?
Say what you mean, don't mean what you say. Especially if it's mean. Know what I'm saying?
Forget silence -- Billy Madison is GOLDEN.
My Jewish New Years resolution? Make more time for friends.
Jake's a real life-saver.
What happens when people stop being nice and start being rice.
There's no such thing as a free cookie lunch.
2 Across: Best Friends. Eleven letters.
I'm not crying it's just humid in my eyes.
Twas a shirt!
I shall call him... Mini-He.
Best friends come in small packages.
I'm sick and tired of being ill and exhausted.
Some games can be a real headache to play.
The language of love (English) is not easily learned.
A song is worth a thousand words. Sometimes less.
Pay it forward. And backward.
No pain. No gain. No problem.
Nobody needs a wing-mom.
Just a couple of cool photography nerds talking shop. And Josh.
Privacy. By any means necessary.
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, I was shuffling around chain smoking and trying on different shoes.
I'll sleep when I'm dead. And vice versa.