This weekend the rice rocket youngsters asked me and Harold to buy beer for them. Played an odd game called “beer pong” that Harold lost. I rode my 55 Pan home cause it wasn’t near as drunk as I was. Harold shows up a day later with his 3-wheeler painted pink and large mammary glands drawn on his chest and had huge eyelashes with magic marker. His wife thought he was at Lu Lu’s again. Question: Is this some weird bonding ritual the rice rocket guys do?