This one time last November, when I was a little younger, it was like 60 degrees outside so I decided to wear sandals. While I was walking down the street, Barry pulled up in his other Benz so I wouldn't recognize him and was all like "Hey Jerk, aren't your feet cold?" And I was like, no Barry, it's like 60 degrees outside. And he was all like, "Just looking at you is making me cold" And then he peeled out and splashed a muddy puddle all over my new shorts. Then he turned around and ran over my toes.