God's dandruff.
Steve Jobs: We want a headless iMac! Blah blah blah blah! I want to take off my pants, but we can't all get what we want.
Oh, but you are getting a headless iMac. Does that mean I can lose the pants?
A member of the white team briefly ponders whether or not his designation is racist, and if his participation is an endorsement of oppression.
Steve explained to the group how, with a red ribbon and some creative knots, one could transform a simple weapon into a fashion accessory.
Ref: Naked goalie, you can do your leg lifts another time. Get up.
Steve Jobs: There's just one more thing.
Shit! God damn childproof cap. I need the yellow ones to do this right! Reality distortion field...fading.
The ferris wheel that you were riding when you tried to make out with Sally in Jr.High. I coulda told you she was too tall for you.
Turducken.
Dead to the paintballing world, Walter took the walk of shame confident that the pornography that awaited him in his backpack would heal all wounds.
The team had no issue with Brian touching gloves with his teammates before the game. It was the licking of the glove in-between that creeped us out.
Flying to Portland, I notice water underneath and feel a great sadness that Pete, my rubber ducky, is not with me to share the moment.
Grover sneezing.
Randall prepared all of his oil lube, sweet chassis, and tailpipe pickup lines in case there were any hot chicks at the paintball course.
Sasquatch has the clap.
