Oh yeah, we're so getting drunk in the middle of the day.
Andy's plan to photograph every passenger was going remarkably well. Although Dorothy yelling "Show us your tits!" to the women certainly wasn't making it easy for him.
Exit - Sprinters Only
Paka swatted at his demons. But they wanted tequila, and no amount of arm waving was going to stop them.
Shasta will never guess where Paka hid the cork.
A giant flag adorned the center of the town. In case, you know, you forgot what country you were in when everyone around you is speaking Spanish.
The emergency drill they had us perform made us feel neither prepared nor confident that we would survive the cruise. We were slightly reassured, however, when the crew informed us that the sharks would probably be full by the time they got around to us adult males, seeing as they prefer the flesh of children.
Paka, reviewing the pictures on his camera, could have sworn he hadn't thrown a risque pajama party recently. But the pictures told a much different story.
Jason prefers his drinks intravenously.
Part of the nighttime entertainment involved piano players and rectal thermometers. We didn't stay long.
Cruiselines - Where nipple guard designs go to die.
Dorothy tried to control her rage as the children at the table behind her chanted "Bloody mary, bloody mary, splashed her dress and now she's Carrie!"
Lora had just realized where she would hide Billy's body at the end of this trip. Oh, he's looking this way. Happy face, happy face!
Coolest. Warning Sign. Ever.
