Once again, despite being appointed as the designated driver at the party you two were attending, Kenny has once again gotten shitfaced.

You weren't nearly as drunk as he was, but definitely above the legal limit, so you decided to call an Uber and retrieve the car the next day, but you were pissed.

"Awh, c'mon," Kenny whined, tugging on your arm and grinning drunkenly. "'S not that bigguva deal! I di'n't mean it! Stop ignorin' meeee!"