It turns out that, much like chickens, eggs cannot fly, no matter how hard you throw them upwards.
The Citrus Girls, seen here, just one day after lead dancer Claire got released from the Betty Ford Clinic.
These are confetti eggs.
Woman with camera (quietly): There's a young man back there taking pictures of our children. Take him out back and shred his pervert arm into a confetti egg.
The others: Yes godmother.
These are confetti eggs smashed against your friend's head. Any questions?
Little Girl: I'm sorry, I'm out of candy. You'll have to get it at the store like everyone else you cheapskate. Oh, and you got crap in your hair.
Andria's impersonation of a pony on meth was dead on. Not that she's ever fed drugs to a pony before. No. That'd be wrong.
