Madeline, Sean's friend we randomly ran into, tries to turn away politely after overhearing ramblings about cash, star wars guys, and some nonsense about a zim-fire.
Discovering that stockings make "package" adjustments extra tricky.
Sean: Hulk feel...hulk feel...hulk feel the same. Quick, someone hit me with a 2x4.
It's not water.
Wes: So you see, I've proven, using math, why pilots get all the women. Now, if you want, I can prove, using taxidermy, why breasts implants are a godsend.
Much to the dismay of the men behind the wood barrier, they hadn't paid extra for the 'shoot an unarmed woman' package.
The team had no issue with Brian touching gloves with his teammates before the game. It was the licking of the glove in-between that creeped us out.
Stilt Girl: So yeah, I wish my mom had replaced my legs with these metal stilts after the jr.high dance. They're afraid now.
Boy: Don't you mean you wish she hadn't done it at all?
Girl: What? Of course not. You see how wicked tall I am right?
Freedy Krueger attacks the amoeba. Part III.
Green is pretty.
It's pretty much water...in motion.
Sean wore two t-shirts to ensure, should someone slip into the falls and get wet, he'd have a spare one to hand them when they got out.
Sioux Falls panorama.
Unsure if it was a shower, sex machine, or pneumatic tube, Sean let Jess try the contraption first.
