Working the groove...feeling the flow.
No one knew Irene had replaced the frisbee with a circular saw blade. But we should have realized the tree branch didn't fall on its own.
Paka: The perfect disc! Now I pray.
Christine wasn't sure if it was legal to bbq an ox at a campground. Irene, on the other hand, relished in the sweet revenge. She had finally found a fitting way to get back at that big dumb lumberjack that left her at the altar.
By his walk we could all tell Alex had caught the frisbee between his butt cheeks. Bravo sir, bravo.
Christine was so involved in her game of frisbee she never saw the runaway bull coming.
Alex: My lips feel like soft red marshmallows.
Tobin: Wait, this is my fourth stick. No giraffe has 4 penises!
Steve: ...and if I'm wrong, may god strike me down right now!
(pause)
Just kidding god. Yo, please forgive me.
Randall: I'll tickle you for a dollar.
Piggyback, all the kids are doing it.
Andria found herself reliving her Rockettes tryout again and again. She couldn't stop.
Sean: go long...back...back..back {splash}...good.
Wes made an offer they couldn't refuse.
Terror and excitement all bundled into one.
