Mark hides his face due to his decision to sell his lower lip as an early iPhone deposit.
Sean: ...Mr.Palmerson!
Bradley chose the suave look for his lunchtime fooding.
Sean: Ah, my good friend. So happy to run into you here. I was wondering if you have ever met...
mac-at-kearsarge infiltrated our lunch with his coy smirk, his shiny head, and his eye lashes that perfectly shape-matched his nike sweatshirt logo.
Paka Lincoln: I'm starting to doubt the historical accuracy of this reenactment.
Man: A timeshare? I thought this was a software package? Well, if it's required, I guess I have to buy it too.
Oh my. Bad abe, bad!
And it could only be settled by swords at 20 paces.
Wait...what?
iPod cases for furries.
The age old battle of Pirate vs Ninja continued at the costume party.
Eyebrow battle!
Sometimes a lazy ninja just needs a good push-start.
"..and here I can show you our bot doing....wait. Ethyl? Has anyone seen my wife Ethyl? She was right here next to the autonomous scorpion killbot a second ago."
