After polishing off the pan of CR with extreme prejudice (and extra icing), Brett and I headed to the nearby Rockaway Mall to do some last minute (read: all of our) Christmas shopping. Literally ever single male excluding us weighed in at a deuce-twenty (complete with a fake tan). We were tracking this orange hulk for a few stores trying to get a better picture - but when he turned around after this pic and gave us the "I'm not sure exactly what you're up to just yet but I will figure it out and then rip your arms off" look, we decided we'd better quit while we were ahead.
