Vince: Christine, hold my tie. There's about to be some ultra violence.
Everyone enjoyed a good bartender peepshow.
Cold loungin'
Jen left for an hour and returned wearing surgical gloves and carrying a small mysterious ice cooler. When asked, all she would say was that her time was "profitable".
This was our first introduction to the 'Explosively Sensitive Nipple Syndrome' that plagued Vince.
Jen thought this was a most inconvenient time to start growing cartoony mouse ears.
There was no drinking going on at all. Our cheeks are normally this rosy.
Sean, being a naive soul, mistook Vince's green drink for a sign that he had vast amounts of money.