Figure skating is on Saturdays, sorry.
Woman: Hiya! Let's see you grope me during practice without a head!
Molly and Madeline had seen a lot of things in their lives, but sea lions making out was crossing some kind of line.
I envisioned something vastly different when I heard "iLap".
Colin takes a shot as he noticed some delicious looking barely chewed gum on the floor.
Grown-up: Good job kids. No one will be beaten today.
The booth babes were a bit flat this year.
Sean's falling down shot would have been more impressive if something besides his own two feet caused him to tumble.
She really got the crowd going with a drumbeat version of Funky Cold Medina.
Colby was still being rejected months after telling that tasteless sea otter joke.
"I fucking hate peacocks. I'm going to kill that grandson of mine."
Colby never expected Debby to turn on him. And she'd better change her mind soon if she didn't want the others to know she was canoodling with a walrus last month.
This man spun a festive shield on his finger like a basketball. Because if he didn't, who would.
Colby: Fuck this. I'm swimming to Washington. They may have sales tax, but their sea lions aren't such pricks.
