Sean liked to think of himself as an adventurous guy, but this Swedish Blowjob machine seemed a bit much.
Early in the wine-tasting tour; before we did away with the formality of glasses.
Shasta will never guess where Paka hid the cork.
Coolest. Warning Sign. Ever.
Not a slip n slide.
Woman: Ah 2001, it was a good year. Wait...no it wasn't. Now 2003...2003 I could have written a tawdry romance novel about...
Paka (internal): 'For Her Pleasure'. teehee!
Shasta felt a rush of wind at her back. When she checked her pockets, her chapstick was gone. El Lippo strikes again!
Back on the boat, the gang puts on their formal attire for what will surely be a night of respectable behavior.
We're off to a good start.
Andy's plan to photograph every passenger was going remarkably well. Although Dorothy yelling "Show us your tits!" to the women certainly wasn't making it easy for him.
Yes, that's exactly what you think it is: the arse-faced cotton rabbit of Argentina.
'How to lay down the phat jams 101' by professor Paka.
(watching)
Sean: Woah. I've never seen anyone move like that.
Shasta: That's because we're on a moving boat. And you've been drinking.
Sean: Oh.
Shasta: And, yes, because we're in the matrix.
Sean: I knew it!
