Seeing the word "mission" always made Billy think dirty dirty thoughts.
Randall pretended nothing happened as Avery and Irene admired the Jolly Green Giant passing by in his emerald colored speedo.
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.
Jen always had some spare ketchup packets on hand. Alex was, once again, under her control.
Christine grew impatient as Wes prodded each piece of meat, whispered "I see dead cows", and then giggled like a tipsy school girl.
Tobin was like a 3 year old kid; so proud of his penis he had to show it off wherever he went.
Andy: Tritip..check. Slab o' beef...check. Sheep testicles on foil..coming up.
Alex got this uneasy feeling that people were laughing at him.
Alex: This is the Alex Express, now taking passengers to the ocean, the snack table, and, if you're good, to a secluded park bench.
Lora had secretly replaced Billy's wedge of lime in his Corona with a human ear. Let's see if he can tell the difference..
Paka: I love plates!
Steve: Ah, you got yourself a beer and didn't bring me my wine cooler?! You hussy.
Lance and Luke wore the same clothes so they'd never get lost..from each other.
Steve moved further away from Lora and Jen as their laughter from a castration joke entered the second minute.
