"alt!"
Hmmm. Let’s spin the wheel of assholes!
How about....
He sat on one of the rafters lining the ceiling feet dangling. He was kicking them, to the tune of his radio which was playing baby-got-back. “Ugh this is so my jam!” He exclaimed as the young woman walked into the room. Okay so he might have back flipped off the rafter just to show off, but wait wait wait. That wasn’t the most impressive part. The most impressive part was...are you ready for this. He didn’t spill a damn SHRED of lettuce out of his taco! “Triple points.” He said excitedly. He dusted off the shoulder of his suit. “Oh my god! Where are my manners?” He handed her a taco. “Hi, names Pool, I’ll be your party host for the evening. He took back the taco. “You want one? Hang on. I’ll get you one.” He dialed his phone. “He Pind. Pool. Yeah, no...no...Dopinder, no, listen to me. I need you to bring me another bag of tacos.” He nodded and then proceeded to yell into the phone. “BECAUSE IN THE GREAT SCHEME OF FRIENDSHIP THERE ARE NEVER ENOUGH TACOS DOPINDER THAT’S WHY!” He grinned. “Okay buddy. See ya in a bit.” He hung up. “Tacos are on the way.” He said as if that didn’t just happen, which is so did.