Well, at least the phones were getting intimate.
Victor's profile pic for inclusion on the 3 dollar coin he plans to circulate next spring.
Victor thought no one heard it. We all did Victor, we all did.
The neck-snapping & wedgie station.
Having just learned her ABCs, Amy was going wild with the gradients. Up next - text + lens flare = awesome.
After piling on all the head wear, some swords, the ROUS, a duck, and a spare anvil that was just laying about, Christine's neck gave way. Photo not shown.
The creators of the Tiki Bar podcast. Please have a toast in their honor.....now.
Pacman's half brother: Larry.
Poor sod. We're too late to save him.
Christine tries on the costumes of her fallen comrades.
That was close. I could smell his balloon musk yards away.
In what was possibly the most polite sisterly choke ever, Dawn reminded Jen that she'd have to clean the turkey at Thanksgiving this year if she strangled her to death.
Oh shit, he's found us. Someone hide me before he shocks me with static electricity or worse, engages me in conversation.
Dun da da da!
