We used to frequent this nearby store called 'The Answer', which sold all sorts of old used clothes and other hipster paraphernalia like ties and derpy cassette tapes.

Anyway, the dinner I bought was rearing its ugly head, and The Answer did not have a bathroom, so I had to go across the street to the Dairy Queen. When I returned, my friends had all purchased red polo shirts that said 'Ron' and 'Al's Food'.

And then they started calling themselves the Rons.

And I felt super left out. D:

I was pretty morose the rest of the night, and even though I an two others were able to purchase 'Ron' shirts at a later date, it just wasn't the same. By the by, these Ron shirts met an interesting fate (Future drawing: The Burning of the shirts).

To this day, my friends and I do not know what Al's Foods is, or who Ron was...