Steve had everything he needed: extra paintballs, pain medication, water, and the 20lbs of hashish he was the mule for later in the day.
His ghosts finally caught up with him.
Paka looked as hardcore as a guy with a bright orange condom on his gun could look.
Paka: Wait a minute. 'Not liable for injury, death or involuntary penile amputation.' ?? Anyone got a cup I can borrow?
As Steve downs his water, he savors his last fully formed memory of the night.
Todd downed the beer like a pro. After we told him so, the prostitute we hired got offended and left in a huff.
The view from the hotel room. Screens on the windows cost $5 extra.
The gang - minus the camo, the funky smell, and those three guys that didn't make it out alive.
The serial groper approached, and Alex couldn't move. Or didn't want to.
Steve: ..and then one of those chicks from Hanson gave me a hickey! Ha, it was a crazy round.
What are you laughing at?
Randall prepared all of his oil lube, sweet chassis, and tailpipe pickup lines in case there were any hot chicks at the paintball course.
While Jake was adept at shooting penis shapes onto rocks, his team wished he spent a little more time firing at the enemy.
Blond kid: For the last time; Yes, I'm in the band Hanson. And no, none of us are woman. Yes, I'm sure.
Mossy rocks made for great cover from enemy fire. The moss, by the way, is not undelicious.
