"Uh huh. Right. Ok. What you're saying is very interesting and all, but please excuse me while I stab myself in the eye with this pen."
"Why oh why did I order a Moroccan burrito?"
Entering the hotel room for the first time, Andy pulled his .45, checked under the bed, in the closet, and in the shower before announcing that the premises were "clear". We'd been humoring Andy for years about this behavior, and we thought it safest to continue doing so.
Sean crawled into his sleeping bag backwards. The next 20 minutes would be the darkest and dizziest of his young life.
Upon arriving at the hotel in Tahoe, we were all a bit disturbed by the giant mural of Charles Manson on the far wall.
"Can't a man get some privacy in the bathtub? Take a hike."
Andy had discovered the greatest invention ever: hotel porn in the bathtub. The only thing left to do was hang on for dear life.
Alex ate the apple with the passion of a man in love. He didn't care what the other fruit thought.
The joke here is that one member of our group bought a brand of wine that shares the same name as another member (Lambert). This photo is here for historical purposes only.
And because we're classy and drink with the paper bag still on.
Alex, drunk off the freedom of not wearing any pants, went on a bed-wide rolling spree.
Sean didn't find it amusing. Not at all.
Alex assured us that sit ups without pants was a cathartic experience. We took his word for it.
After much pleading, Alex finally agreed to search for his pants. Finding someone's bra and panties instead, he proceeded to model them for us. There's not enough therapy in the world to rid you of that image.
We really should stop paying the homeless to juggle poodles for us, but we just can't help ourselves.
Christine: I don't know what I did at that club, but I woke up with a stick of PC100 RAM on my pillow and a laser printed thank you note. Did I make out with a Gateway or something last night?
