Before we got under way, Paka carefully explained his rules of the road, which he had stored on his Palm Pilot V.
Rule #1 - no license plate, no ticket.
Rule #2 - if your sleeping bag "accidentally" falls out the back, Paka's bag sleeps two.
Rule #3 - guys? where'd you go?
Rule #1 - no license plate, no ticket.
Rule #2 - if your sleeping bag "accidentally" falls out the back, Paka's bag sleeps two.
Rule #3 - guys? where'd you go?
Chris: If I rub my legs together fast enough, the seagulls will take it as a mating call. And that's when the fun begins.
It was us vs. the mountain. Steve made up his mind early on: we were gonna cheat.
Randall pretended nothing happened as Avery and Irene admired the Jolly Green Giant passing by in his emerald colored speedo.
Slightly less foggy.
As the DJ sorts thru her records, she makes a mental note to strangle whoever slipped a copy of Snow's Informer into her box.
Woman: I'd tell you the washing machine ate the rest of my shirt, but we both know that's a lie.
A real punk mohawk at a hippy parade. +10 points to the 12 year old.
TiVo hate fog.
The funky chicken is not the dance move for all occasions. No matter what your mom tells you.
Hooray! It's....4 dead white men. And if you squint real hard, you can kind of pretend that rock monster from Neverending Story is on the right there.
Man: Whose baby is this? Anyone? Anyone? I keep it!
Jess' Lincoln could use a little work.
Lest anyone doubt his claim to having seen four giant heads carved into a mountain, Sean records his proof.
