These are confetti eggs.
These are confetti eggs smashed against your friend's head. Any questions?
Their one groupie.
The band.
After promising Shasta he wouldn't eat anything sweet, Paka tried to play off the churros as "salty tortilla sticks".
Kid: ..but mom, I already shaved earlier today!
This new aliens species, deciding to be a bit more civilized, digs out from inside your stomach with a spoon instead of their teeth and claws.
Andria's impersonation of a pony on meth was dead on. Not that she's ever fed drugs to a pony before. No. That'd be wrong.
Eating Mexican food was serious business, and Andy was up to the task.
Sean hiked up his pantleg and asked the same women to attach pins to his jeans, with little success.
Jess was appreciative of all the pins she acquired, but she wasn't sure it was necessary for all those women to sensually touch her skirt to "make sure the pin was fastened." But she wasn't complaining either.
Wait, women have their own bars? Pretty soon they'll be wanting their own jobs and the right to vote I imagine. Sheesh.
A volleyball squad hit the ball back and forth, occassionally spiking it into the face of someone dressed up to look like Jerry Fallwell.
The patriotism was bulging at the seems during this parade.
