The serial groper approached, and Alex couldn't move. Or didn't want to.
While Jake was adept at shooting penis shapes onto rocks, his team wished he spent a little more time firing at the enemy.
Todd downed the beer like a pro. After we told him so, the prostitute we hired got offended and left in a huff.
The gang - minus the camo, the funky smell, and those three guys that didn't make it out alive.
Blond kid: For the last time; Yes, I'm in the band Hanson. And no, none of us are woman. Yes, I'm sure.
The view from the hotel room. Screens on the windows cost $5 extra.
Guy (chanting): I'm secure in my sexuality. I'm secure in my sexuality. I'm secure in my sexuality.
Motorcycle helmets on sticks were used for target practice. They were, surprisingly, cheaper than pig heads.
As Steve downs his water, he savors his last fully formed memory of the night.
After being eliminated in a short round shooting people with his $1000 paintball gun, Sal liked to quietly weep behind his mask.
Paka looked as hardcore as a guy with a bright orange condom on his gun could look.
Steve: ..and then one of those chicks from Hanson gave me a hickey! Ha, it was a crazy round.
What are you laughing at?
Morgan: I am a banana.
Paka: Does anyone else feel a slight sting in their upper thigh?
Randall displays his knee juice.
