Homies.

I love my Homies. I've got a few of them here at work. I can pretend like I'm having a miniature family reunion at southside park. Except I'm really in an office, with a bunch of white people and there's no fruit punch, or bbq'ed corn on the cob. Once at Carolina's I got a small bag of plastic chihuahuas out of their Homies machine. It was really kind of magical.