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?
"So, did you guys have naked roomkeeping too? Wow, that was wild."
Sean, missing the point entirely, flapped his arms wildly in an attempt for added lift.
Jumping on beds is a hotel standard. Alex, always the exhibitionist, took this opportunity to show off his midriff again. How were we to know that by accepting this behavior, he grow bolder, allowing him to show more and more as time went on?
Sean: Steve, that was a great jump, but shouldn't you have waited for Alex to get off the bed first?
Christy had been dead for hours. This was the only way to prop her up so her head looked somewhat natural. Handling her on the ski slopes would be another adventure. But we had all seen the Weekend at Bernies movies, so we were prepared for anything.
"My nose itches. But if I touch it, he'll take the picture and it'll look like I'm picking my nose. I'll get him for this."
Chris: I have an owey back here. Will you kiss it Andy? What? What'd I say?
