A frame and beers
When you and your buddy get a twelve pack and absolutely ruin some old lady’s day with your loud screaming
We got a twelve pack and screamed at Mrs. Johnson until she cried. We laughed. She got a headache.
My buddy and I screamed at an old lady until she ran out of the store. We drank. She got a migraine.
We had a twelve pack and screamed at some old lady like she was our enemy. She left. We high-fived.