Leprechauns will tickle your feet for $5. Now that's a bargain.
Mari ponders the nature of happiness and bliss. Or she's tasting the strand of corn stuck in her teeth. They're both closely related.
Liz: Holy shit! You've grown like 4 inches.
Marhsall: That's not the only thing that's grown, if you know what I mean. Ya know? That other thing...
Liz: Yeah, I get it.
Marshall: My penis.
Liz: Enough!
Mari: C'mon. Throw the baby. I'm really good at this. I've only had 4 or 5 drinks. Ok, 9, but I have really excellent reflexes.
Jess doesn't work for Nike.
Three pitchers of mimosas were just the beginning of our preparation for the reunion.
Joe was already drunk when he arrived at the party. He fit right in.
Mari ponders the meaning of life, the nature of the universe, and why some trees smell like semen.
Liz knew that Rachel enjoyed the November heatwave, but she didn't think that nudity was appropriate for a brunch.
(at Rachel's family house for a pre-reunion brunch)
Rachel: So we know each other from high school, do we? Ok smarty, so what number, between 1 and 100 am I thinking of?!
Mari: Um...
Leprechauns will do a table dance for $20. This was the first of many lessons Gabi would learn this fateful day.
Diana tries valiantly to offset Bryan's gentlemanly expression.
At 6:30, we found Mari's party limit. Also, we hypnotized her to think she was a chicken when she awoke. Let the party continue!
Joe: So then...get this; I say to the shepherd "I thought it was your daughter with a heavy wool coat!" Hahahaha. Get it! What? Don't judge me!
