The first annual CRT Ice cream social was held 2PM at Pops. Things got off to a slow start as some Tico held up the meeting trying to put his 800c cono on his phucking credit card Brother LH offered to pay cash for it so we wouldn't spend another hour of our lives standing in line while all the ice cream melted. We concluded that Ticos probably spend 1/3 to 1/2 of their lives standing in line for something. Brother Florida added to the confusion by asking for two different flavors on one item, then telling ice cream chica he wanted to squirt whipped cream all over her. Luckily she didn't understand pig-latin. Brother LionKing almost got us kicked out by making passses at the security lady, and every other sexy chica that walked by. Brother Barracuda man missed the meeting and insisted we have another meeting out in the street even if it was raining, he probably forgot to set his clock back last night. All in all it was a productive meeting, we probably solved half the country's problems- if only Oscar Arias hadn't declined his invitation and showed up. See you all next year.