#914: Ice

[[Beret Guy and a friend are setting up a party, with a snack table and a big banner reading “PARTY!”]]

Friend: Everything’s ready …

Friend: Except we’re out of ice.

Beret Guy: I’ll get some!

[[Beret Guy is walking down the street past a building marked Save Mart, with a bag of ice over his shoulder. Someone standing on the sidewalk calls to him.]]

Person: Hey sexy. Where’re you headed with all that ice?

Beret Guy: A party!

Person: There’s a BETTER party up at my place.

Beret Guy: But I–

Person: C’mon, one drink.

The next morning …

[[Beret Guy rubs eyes groggily.]]

Beret Guy: … ugh … where am I?

Beret Guy: I was supposed to–

Beret Guy: –where’s all my ice!?

[[Beret Guy looks down to find himself in a bathtub full of kidneys.]]

Beret Guy: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

{{Title text: On the plus side, she wrote ‘Welcome to the AAA Club!’ in lipstick on the bathroom mirror, and left me a membership

roadside assistance card on the counter.}}