[[Beret Guy and a friend are setting up a party, with a snack table and a big banner reading "PARTY!"]]
Friend: Everything's ready ...
Friend: Except we're out of ice.
Beret Guy: I'll get some!

[[Beret Guy is walking down the street past a building marked Save Mart, with a bag of ice over his shoulder. Someone standing on the sidewalk calls to him.]]
Person: Hey sexy. Where're you headed with all that ice?
Beret Guy: A party!
Person: There's a BETTER party up at my place.
Beret Guy: But I--
Person: C'mon, one drink.

The next morning ...
[[Beret Guy rubs eyes groggily.]]
Beret Guy: ... ugh ... where am I?
Beret Guy: I was supposed to--
Beret Guy: --where's all my ice!?

[[Beret Guy looks down to find himself in a bathtub full of kidneys.]]
Beret Guy: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

{{Title text: On the plus side, she wrote 'Welcome to the AAA Club!' in lipstick on the bathroom mirror, and left me a membership
roadside assistance card on the counter.}}