Dorothy: Ok, here's one:
You're on a full bus when in walks Jesus, Ghandi, and Telly Savalas. Who do you give your seat up to?
Shasta: Hmm, two bald men to choose from. That's a toughie.....
Paka: How come one of these says 'Turpentine'? Is that a new brand of vodka?
Because he lost a bet, Paka agrees to do the ring of fire. This consists of one shot of each beverage on the booze carousel.
Paka (swaying slightly): This is great. Shot after shot without some jerk bartender telling me "You've had enough!" or "That beer is $8.50" or "Sir, please remove your penis from the bar."
Andy's quick hands served him well once again.
Vince liked to keep all his chips in one long row. Anything else seemed unnatural.
Steve: Man, I never thought I'd be saying this, but....'What would Ben Affleck do?'
Paka believed meditation could help him stave off intoxication. He also believed in the easter bunny, clapping to bring fairies back to life, and Barbara Streisand movies. So...ya know.
The power of the hat was enormous. It took two hours and a trained exorcist to get Jen back to normal.
While Billy enjoyed a good joke, he wasn't sure how many times he could tolerate Lora telling the story of his prostate exam.
At Andy/Dorothy's holiday/poker night, Andy secretly set up a camera in the bathroom. Only properly sauced attendees could take a peek at the monitor behind the bar. For an extra $10 he'd let them press the button for the remote controlled bidet.
Madeline's neck tasted of honeysuckle, ginger, and a hint of Jim Beam.
Brett kept Sean in shadows not to take an artsy picture, but because the sight of him disgusted him to his very soul.
Ain't nuthin Madeline likes more than shirtless guys and severed heads.
