You don't say.
Absolutely no fisting on the bridge.
Stan roamed the earth in search of wild & sexy pillow fights.
35 km per hour? Miles per hour? Feet per second? Enquiring minds want to know!
No Paka, I'd rather not ride back in the trunk. Yes Paka, I think putting the camera away is a brilliant idea.
The whole gang; happy, dry, and mostly sober.
Geeks vacationed here.
Confirmed: No bodies in this mound. Where the hell did I put it then? Hmm..
Paka: Hey Lora? You may want to delete some pictures from the camera. While I may be a bit tipsy, I'm pretty sure I didn't snap any shots of Billy dressed in a skintight batman outfit.
Wes' obsession with Bea Arthur took a turn for the worse when he whipped out his Golden Girls fan fiction.
Wes: So you see, I've proven, using math, why pilots get all the women. Now, if you want, I can prove, using taxidermy, why breasts implants are a godsend.
Sean (internal): It rubs the lotion on its skin, or else it gets the hose again. It puts the lotion in the basket. Sean, don't you dare put the lotion in that basket of flowers.
Billy loved a good 'dead baby' joke.
Billy: Lora, honey. It's called auto-erotic asphyxiation. You're ruining it!
