I wasn't kidding.
When you think of things exploding, getting in your teeth and sticking to the bottom of your shoe: think Roxio software.
Paka would never forgive Sean & Jen for eating his 'driving oreos'.
Paka had an itch that only manifested itself when a camera was pointed at him. I've sent this case into all the major medical journals.
Jen: And I'd do it again too!
Not to be confused with those posers at Powers Blvd.
The snow beckons to us beyond the..um..splendor of beautiful San Bernardino.
Due to time restraints we couldn't visit Hospitality Lane to see what else that had to offer.
I had a nagging feeling we were being followed.
Billy: Lora, honey. It's called auto-erotic asphyxiation. You're ruining it!
Billy loved a good 'dead baby' joke.
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.
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.
Wes' obsession with Bea Arthur took a turn for the worse when he whipped out his Golden Girls fan fiction.
