Well, Carl shouldn't be wearing such short shorts.
Ronnie brushed the bits of shredded cheddar cheese and lettuce off of his Burton Logo Horizontal T-Shirt and checked his teeth. He had spotted the little hottie from two blocks away. He was getting closer, and she looked good. At least from the back. As he pulled up next to her, he slowed down, leaned into the passenger seat, and flicked the door open with a quick snap of the wrist. She turned to look at him. Her prominent adam's apple, mustache, and bulge of the crotchial region were more prominent than Ronnie's own. It was Carl from down the street. Ronnie felt sick.