As concert-goers applied sunblock to each other, undercover Santa began to compile his naughty list for the year. If everything went as planned, he would be helping a few more lucky ladies make that list tonight.
Dog: She names me Butch and then she dresses me up in this? That settles it, I'm pissing in the fish tank when we get home.
Richard was sure that, in a park full of people in bikinis, he could safely go unnoticed in his pink shirt.
The mandatory yoga underwear test. Don't want a repeat of last week, KAREN.
Masseur: Yoga people man. Always forcing rules on people. Bend like a dog, wear underwear, don't strangle customers. Rules, amirite?
"RecycleBot! You had babies! Wait, who is the dad?"
Radioactive butterfly.
Obligatory cheap beer shot.
Bubbles!
Ok, so some dogs don't match their owners.
Brian bet Amy she couldn't stick her entire fist in her mouth. She was tasting it first to see if she wanted to accept the wager.
Band guy: I usually only give my groupies my boxers, but you look really nice.
UCSB Recycling will not recycle your sister's dead gerbil. Sorry.
For the small price of a beer, this man gave us a solo performance of his....instruments.
