Alex: I...um...at least you're not bleeding, right?
Please don't kill me.
It was like this when I found it. Obviously some boy scout had put it in the sand in an attempt to create a sundial so that he could tell when he needed to get back home so that he didn't miss dinner because his mom was making stovetop stuffing and serving tang and if he was late twice this week he would get a firm paddling.
Obviously.
The long overdue S&M portion of the night begins.
The usual suspects.
Alex: 6 dollar 6 dollar. Do I hear 7? 7 dollars to smash a pie in a woman's face and not have a restraining order against you in the morning.
Ooh, backlighting.
No one wants to be responsible for flying dildos, apparently
Lisa was pretty sure she could take Gabi in a fight, but she was injecting her with a powerful sedative, just to make sure.
Ado's tackling method was a little up close and personal.
The Spam contingency plan.
Mari always carried a small dagger behind her back for photo ops with Sean. It was the only way to ensure he smiled.
Mike really likes certificates. No, I mean it, he really likes them. If you let him borrow yours, don't let him go anywhere..um..private.
Let's welcome the end times.
Alex: If you excuse me for a minute Gabe, I'm going to draw obscene figures in the air with my finger. It's just something I do.
