We're off to a good start.
The winery keeps the basement flooded with a red light, just in case a rave breaks out.
Paka (internal): 'For Her Pleasure'. teehee!
Tip to kidnappers: fill your dark basements with barrels of wine. We'll follow you in, every time.
Shasta felt a rush of wind at her back. When she checked her pockets, her chapstick was gone. El Lippo strikes again!
Early in the wine-tasting tour; before we did away with the formality of glasses.
Sean liked to think of himself as an adventurous guy, but this Swedish Blowjob machine seemed a bit much.
Back on the boat, the gang puts on their formal attire for what will surely be a night of respectable behavior.
Not a slip n slide.
Woman: Ah 2001, it was a good year. Wait...no it wasn't. Now 2003...2003 I could have written a tawdry romance novel about...
Yes, that's exactly what you think it is: the arse-faced cotton rabbit of Argentina.
'How to lay down the phat jams 101' by professor Paka.
The barrels seemed to go on forever and we hadn't started drinking yet. This was a bad sign.
Oh yeah, we're so getting drunk in the middle of the day.
