"Your getting pretty good at this," Ryan laughed, as he grabbed one of the bags from Issac, "Hope your equally good at guessing sizes."
	
	"There's over six hundred dollars worth of clothes here," Issac snorted, "If you can't find your size you can go bare assed."
	
	"Ha-Ha." He replied, monotone, as he began digging through the bag. "What the fuck is this?" Ryan pulled out a pale pink shirt with a large print of a Kitten wearing sunglasses, popping a wheelie on a crotch rocket.

	Issac smiled, "Yeah I thought you might like that."

	Ryan rolled his eyes as his two friends laughed hysterically. "Funny."

	He had started stuffing the shirt back into the bag when he noticed a crummy looking car stopped a short distance from there campsite. He turned to Issac.

	"What did you have that one bring?"