Piggyback, all the kids are doing it.
Terror and excitement all bundled into one.
Wes made an offer they couldn't refuse.
Paka: I caught the frisbee, cha cha cha.
Sean: go long...back...back..back {splash}...good.
Christine decided throwing the football was much more fun if you always aimed for someone's crotch.
Wes: If I really wanted to be Tom Cruise, I'd be playing volleyball, not this lame frisbee crap.
Steve: I've gotta tinkle.
Tobin: That bird just took a crap on that Buick. Sweet.
Nothing is sadder than a burning clown car with no way out. Except maybe playing frisbee with yourself.
Andy: Yeah, I hate all those fuckers too. Just keep smilin'.
Sean loved to dive for the football. That is, until the sprinkler-head incident.
After a particularly intense game of frisbee tossing, Steve likes to relax with a good book and his right thumb.
Avery: So Randall has this lifesize plush BSD devil thing. And it even has its own...you know..
Alex: You can't really get pubic lice on your forearm. Right?
Andria didn't get the memo. This was the no smiling table.
