Jen thought this was a most inconvenient time to start growing cartoony mouse ears.
"If you make any kind of joke involving that pole looking like a penis, so help me I will gut you."
Christine tried to get her drink served out of a monkey's skull, but this was all they had.
There was no drinking going on at all. Our cheeks are normally this rosy.
Pantea tried on all the items in the store then stuck around to tell prospective customers that everything was used.
"Hello gin, goodbye 7th grade PE memories!"
Everyone enjoyed a good bartender peepshow.
Christine: Told ya..more dainty.
"I prefer to think of them as Citrus Killers, not dainty lemon drops. What of it?"
Sean, being a naive soul, mistook Vince's green drink for a sign that he had vast amounts of money.
This was our first introduction to the 'Explosively Sensitive Nipple Syndrome' that plagued Vince.
Jen (internal): He suspects nothing. Nothing!
Vince: Christine, hold my tie. There's about to be some ultra violence.
Jen left for an hour and returned wearing surgical gloves and carrying a small mysterious ice cooler. When asked, all she would say was that her time was "profitable".
