Oh shit, he's found us. Someone hide me before he shocks me with static electricity or worse, engages me in conversation.
That was close. I could smell his balloon musk yards away.
Poor sod. We're too late to save him.
The creators of the Tiki Bar podcast. Please have a toast in their honor.....now.
Having just learned her ABCs, Amy was going wild with the gradients. Up next - text + lens flare = awesome.
The neck-snapping & wedgie station.
Victor thought no one heard it. We all did Victor, we all did.
Victor's profile pic for inclusion on the 3 dollar coin he plans to circulate next spring.
Well, at least the phones were getting intimate.
We had either discovered the dead whale, or someone had lost a shitload of silly putty.
This man was clearly taunting the poor creature. Everyone knows that sperm whales dream of one day being Pelé.
The naked homeless man loved whales. Loved em.
Naked Man: Don't worry. I used to watch that 'Crocodile Hunter' show all the time, and nothing bad ever happened to him.
Surfer 1: That naked guy sure is running from the whale real fast.
Surfer 2: Totally.
Surfer 1: Gnarly.
Surfer 2: Tubular.
Surfer 1: Radical.
Surfer 2: Gnarly.
Surfer 1: I already said gnarly.
Surfer 2: Bummer. Let's go in the water already.
