Jen thought this was a most inconvenient time to start growing cartoony mouse ears.
Christine tried to get her drink served out of a monkey's skull, but this was all they had.
"If you make any kind of joke involving that pole looking like a penis, so help me I will gut you."
There was no drinking going on at all. Our cheeks are normally this rosy.
Pantea tried on all the items in the store then stuck around to tell prospective customers that everything was used.
Everyone enjoyed a good bartender peepshow.
"Hello gin, goodbye 7th grade PE memories!"
Christine: Told ya..more dainty.
"I prefer to think of them as Citrus Killers, not dainty lemon drops. What of it?"
This was our first introduction to the 'Explosively Sensitive Nipple Syndrome' that plagued Vince.
Sean, being a naive soul, mistook Vince's green drink for a sign that he had vast amounts of money.
Jen (internal): He suspects nothing. Nothing!
Vince: Christine, hold my tie. There's about to be some ultra violence.
Jen left for an hour and returned wearing surgical gloves and carrying a small mysterious ice cooler. When asked, all she would say was that her time was "profitable".