Discovering that stockings make "package" adjustments extra tricky.
Phil of Volta do Mar sings ballads about lost love, twenty-something angst, and erotic furry chatrooms.
Madeline: Oh real funny guys! Who put calf brains in my vodka tonic?
Sean: So, you're only half zombie on your father's side, I see. I guess that's alright then. I won't bash in your skull. But would you mind terribly if I shoved you down a flight of stairs? I have a reputation to keep, you understand.
The Bride: If I told you once, I told you a thousand times: Never stick gum behind your ear, it'll just get tangled in your hair again.
Deformed Death, Patch the Pirate and Scuba Steve all took a well earned break from discussion of their alliteration costume club.
Gorbachev: In Soviet Russia, toilet throws up in you! Ha! Wait, where are you going?
Sean/Shaun had beaten a few political pollsters to death before he realized that fake blood would work just as well to decorate his cricket bat.
Mika: Damn, this is good stuff. Bradley, could you pass...Bradley? He's already out? He only had half a cup. What a cheap date.
Unbeknownst to him, Sean had grown a thick mustache in the past half hour. Phil, enraged with jealousy, moved in for the ear bite.
The fire in his eyes was obvious. If Phil didn't get himself one of them marshmallows stat, he was gonna burst.
A couple of sips from her special hot cocoa and all questions were forgotten. Except whether or not she could get more Kahlua for the next cup.
Jen pondered the existential questions: Why are we here? What is my role in the cosmic scheme of things? Is yeast really a living creature?
Bradley: I'm the hippy and I gots the rhymes, I juggle lemons and I juggle limes.
I put my stash right upon this seat, someone best fess up fore they feel my heat!
Sean insisted on boiling water in case we ran across any pregnant women on the beach. He's a bit of a crazed boy scout in that way.