At an apartment complex I used to live in there was this really fat kid that lived upstairs and was friends with my little brother. He looked like that kid from Bad Santa. His family was poor and very stupid so he ended up at our house a lot eating our chips and asking us for dollars to get sodas and stuff. We hated him, but my little brother enjoyed having a friend and would be devastated anytime we asked him to leave.

The Ice Cream Truck pulled in and started it's music and we hear him go running across the apartment over our heads BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM then their apartment door opens and slams shut. We here him go running down the hall to the stairs and then hear THUDTHUDSMASHROLLBANGSMASH as he trips and goes rolling down the stairs onto our floor. He runs up to our door and knocks.

When we opened the door we were already laughing hysterically and he was standing there all out of breath, his knees were all scraped up and he was bent over and holding his sides.

He saw us laughing and in the most pathetic voice just says, "Ice Cream?" and we just lose it even more. I almost passed out from laughing.