Last night, I was over at my friend Treigh's house. I was in the kitchen with SP and Naomi, when Treye comes meandering through the kitchen on the phone. "There's someone in the park across the street doing doughnuts," she says. It takes the three of us a moment to realize she's talking to us. We walk quickly for the front door.

The view from the porch is amusing: Two guys in a van with their headlights off taking turns getting in and out of the drivers seat: they are stuck in the mud. I start laughing.

A little later on, Ptrey and I still on the porch, one of them shouts: "Can you give us a hand?" We laugh. Loud. "We're too busy laughing to help you!" we shout back, then go inside. We have mango and coconut sorbet and a movie to attend to.

10 min later we run to the upstais window: "HA ha HA!!!!" we shout.

10 min later we run to the upstais window: "HA ha HA!!!!" we shout.

10 min later we run to the upstairs window: "they're gone, but the van's still there!" says Tres gleefully. We dash down the stairs, to find SP gathering the 4 window crayons left over from brunch the suday before.

We stealthily cross the street and approach the park, giggling madly.

"I (heart) PBR" "I LOVE UNICORNS" "ASS CLOWN" I write in big red letters across 3 of the windows. SP hast white, Therey has black. I forget what they write.

The 2 looser dudes come back later, eventually getting the van out of the park. We don't care about them, they're loosers. And they leave behind a funny story.