Guy (chanting): I'm secure in my sexuality. I'm secure in my sexuality. I'm secure in my sexuality.
Motorcycle helmets on sticks were used for target practice. They were, surprisingly, cheaper than pig heads.
The rain made for a muddy battlefield. And the world's most painful slip n slide.
Mossy rocks made for great cover from enemy fire. The moss, by the way, is not undelicious.
Blond kid: For the last time; Yes, I'm in the band Hanson. And no, none of us are woman. Yes, I'm sure.
While Jake was adept at shooting penis shapes onto rocks, his team wished he spent a little more time firing at the enemy.
Steve: ..and then one of those chicks from Hanson gave me a hickey! Ha, it was a crazy round.
What are you laughing at?
The serial groper approached, and Alex couldn't move. Or didn't want to.
The gang - minus the camo, the funky smell, and those three guys that didn't make it out alive.
The view from the hotel room. Screens on the windows cost $5 extra.
Todd downed the beer like a pro. After we told him so, the prostitute we hired got offended and left in a huff.
As Steve downs his water, he savors his last fully formed memory of the night.
Intramural Hockey - Where even the refs want to be forwards.
Our team is so old we start sweating while watching the game before us.
