Nothing says home to David like his head between two large balls.
Randall: C'mon guys! There is still plenty of Steve to go around! You can tell this guy was an athlete.
Paka envied Jen. At least she had sunglasses to shield herself from the screaming white flesh that stood before them.
Andria, no rookie to water battles, was dumbfounded as David pulled the ball from his trunks, screamed "I've got another!" and went in for the kill.
Steve knew that becoming a missionary on the cannibal isle of GrubGrub would be dangerous.
Tobin: Won't anyone, please, pretty please, pull my finger? I don't know how much longer I can hold it.
Having plastered a photo of Sean with his head on a naked statue all around the pool area, Sean couldn't go five feet without a perfect stranger giggling, staring at his crotch and asking how his sheep was doing.
We were all impressed that Randall could make 'fire puppets' such as this giraffe. What bothered us was the urinating to "feed the thirsty beast" shortly after.
Randall: Point the lens at what you want to take a picture of. Then click that button on top. And if it's of a naked lady, get duplicates from Costco.
Billy (internal): Holy shit, I've forgotten my name. Ok, don't panic. I'll just sit here, staring at nothing in particular until someone calls my name. Oops! I've been staring at someone's breasts. Now they're going to call me a "dirty boy" and I'll never know who I really am. This is so depressing.
"You see, the chips, they come together in perfect harmony. A shuffle is like making love. Only with many partners, combining at once."
"Can you please stop talking now?"
Oh yeah, that's the stuff. No no, just sit there and look pretty.
The telephoto lens at the poker table - always inconspicuous.
I gave Shasta $5 to eat this chip. I told her she could smother it in salsa. I'm nice like that.
