Because real evil has gloves held together by Skittles.
Fuck Chucky.
This was not a costume.
(Saturday Night)
So a banana, a carrot and an eggplant walk into a bar. No, really, they did. There's no joke.
Madeline: I've got margarita mix in my hair, don't I? Damnit, this is my 12th birthday all over again.
Paka: Psst. Hehe. I had these cards stuffed in my shoe the whole time. I think Sean suspects. No! Don't look at him.
Lora, knowing Paka was a sucker for a hug, took the opportunity to palm $5 worth of his chips. Paka, knowing Lora a thief, had licked all of his chips.
Jess (internally): If he takes another picture of me I'm going to spend my winnings on myself. Or I'll make him buy feminine products. Yeah, that'll do.
Lora: Hava Nagila? Shit. I only speak Gentile.
Madeline (whispered): She keeps me in a closet. Send help.
On Lora's recommendation, Paka applied extreme pressure to his groin, hoping to finally hit that note in Bohemian Rhapsody.
Andria was slightly embarrassed to find out that it was "wrapped up like a deuce" after her spirited first verse.
Dorothy wasn't sure how Andria made those noises, but she hoped she'd never stop.
Halfway thru their rendition of "Afternoon Delight"
Paka: Wait a minute. Is this song about nooners?!
