We were at Tanglin Mall. The boys had had a bit too much to drink at Chili’s. They came upon a BMW.
“Awwright, man, bro!” said the Goonfather to Unker Kell, “When did you collect your new BMW Z3?”
“BWAHAHAHAHA,” said Unker Kell, “Come, let me take you out for a spin!”
The two tottered drunkenly over to the BMW and attempted to get in together, all the while laughing and insulting each other, as men are wont to do.
They discovered that they couldn’t both fit in the car at the same time.
“Okay, okay,” said the Goonfather, “You sit tight. I’ll drive!”
After a bit, they both gave up and collapsed into a heap of useless guffawing Y chromosomes.