Krazee Cups & Even Krazier Kids

I think it strange that when boys get flustered at others whilst under the influence of alcohol, they rip their sweatpants off in a fit of anger and plaster themselves to the window of an ice cream store, as if by doing that they will automatically open again.
The sign says nine o'clock closing time, dude, deal with it. There's no need for you to yank your pants off and show us all your fancy football spandex underneath plus a bit of a package. Nobody needs to see that.
But in the mean time, here, have a picture of Carrie and I in lunch.