Sean (internal): It rubs the lotion on its skin, or else it gets the hose again. It puts the lotion in the basket. Sean, don't you dare put the lotion in that basket of flowers.
Wes: So you see, I've proven, using math, why pilots get all the women. Now, if you want, I can prove, using taxidermy, why breasts implants are a godsend.
Wes' obsession with Bea Arthur took a turn for the worse when he whipped out his Golden Girls fan fiction.
Paka: Hey Lora? You may want to delete some pictures from the camera. While I may be a bit tipsy, I'm pretty sure I didn't snap any shots of Billy dressed in a skintight batman outfit.
Confirmed: No bodies in this mound. Where the hell did I put it then? Hmm..
Geeks vacationed here.
The whole gang; happy, dry, and mostly sober.
No Paka, I'd rather not ride back in the trunk. Yes Paka, I think putting the camera away is a brilliant idea.
35 km per hour? Miles per hour? Feet per second? Enquiring minds want to know!
Stan roamed the earth in search of wild & sexy pillow fights.
Absolutely no fisting on the bridge.
You don't say.
Paka gives us his porn face, makes baby jesus cry.
Obligatory artsy shot.
