As the sun sets in the West, so does the inexplicable pattern on Wes' shorts.
Alex: Hehe, he said "crap".
Wes: Come to papa you big beautiful bastard.
Alex: Such language. I'll not sit id....oh look; seagulls doing it!
Paka: I caught the frisbee, cha cha cha.
Andria didn't get the memo. This was the no smiling table.
After a particularly intense game of frisbee tossing, Steve likes to relax with a good book and his right thumb.
Christine decided throwing the football was much more fun if you always aimed for someone's crotch.
Wes: If I really wanted to be Tom Cruise, I'd be playing volleyball, not this lame frisbee crap.
Steve: I've gotta tinkle.
Tobin: That bird just took a crap on that Buick. Sweet.
Avery: So Randall has this lifesize plush BSD devil thing. And it even has its own...you know..
Terror and excitement all bundled into one.
Piggyback, all the kids are doing it.
Andria found herself reliving her Rockettes tryout again and again. She couldn't stop.
Steve: ...and if I'm wrong, may god strike me down right now!
(pause)
Just kidding god. Yo, please forgive me.
