It goes without saying: love makes no sense. In fact, neither does flirting, dating, or breaking up. Anyone who says relationships are all cake, kisses, and cloud nine has yet to stumble into that vast and bewildering nebula called “romance.” Lucky for us, the Savage Chickens have blundered practically every sentimental moment in their adventures in courtship. Perhaps its time we learn—and laugh—at their hilarious mistakes before making our own. The Savage Chickens are joined by their robot Prod300, bawdy Timmy-Tofu, and colleague Worm, amongst other friends, as they navigate the realm of inappropriate pick-up lines, online dating profiles, excessively honest Valentine’s cards, and those scariest of words: “I love you.”
It goes without saying: love makes no sense. In fact, neither does flirting, dating, or breaking up. Anyone who says relationships are all cake, kisses, and cloud nine has yet to stumble into that vast and bewildering nebula called “romance.” Lucky for us, the Savage Chickens have blundered practically every sentimental moment in their adventures in courtship. Perhaps its time we learn—and laugh—at their hilarious mistakes before making our own. The Savage Chickens are joined by their robot Prod300, bawdy Timmy-Tofu, and colleague Worm, amongst other friends, as they navigate the realm of inappropriate pick-up lines, online dating profiles, excessively honest Valentine’s cards, and those scariest of words: “I love you.”