mid-2001 (backyard)
Not sure what this is called, so I dub it, a flower pole.
2001 (SB - Inspiration Point)
Standing on rocks...it's what the kids are doing these days. Catch the fever!
Alex: This is the Alex Express, now taking passengers to the ocean, the snack table, and, if you're good, to a secluded park bench.
Christine had a hard time looking people in the eye during long conversations.
Alex: Such language. I'll not sit id....oh look; seagulls doing it!
Alex: Hehe, he said "crap".
Seagulls like to crap on trashcans. What can I say.
Alex: Look ma! I clean up'd real good!
As the sun sets in the West, so does the inexplicable pattern on Wes' shorts.
Suspicious of such a gathering, our spies capture this rare shot of the seated Macarena.
Steve and Avery engage in an epic battle of "Whose flatulence smells the most like what they just ate?"
Wes, forgetting that sunglasses prevented people from seeing his eyes, and not his entire body, stripped completely and proceeded to make graphic hand and mouth gestures to all the ladies present.
Alex: I'm so majestic it hurts.
Wes: I'm gonna pee right here. You be my watchout.
(pause)
That means go watch other people.
