Stan was currently taking a piss in the flower pot, while he drank a can of beer. “Y’know, Kyle? I want to own a sports bar when I grow up.” Stan was slurring on his words a bit, but he clearly tried to mean it. You kept ringing the doorbell to be let into the reunion party, while you drank the can of beer but no one answered quite yet. You grumbled to yourself, while you kept looking through the window to see if anyone was coming to answer.