This is Zack. He has a problem with intimacy.
Jess' Lincoln could use a little work.
Jess (under her breath): Sean, start the car. I'm gonna goose Lincoln and then we're hauling ass outta here.
I immediately dialed my ninja friends to alert them to a possible pirate sighting.
Lest anyone doubt his claim to having seen four giant heads carved into a mountain, Sean records his proof.
A long path, with light at the end. It could mean only one thing....public restrooms at long last.
Brett bites his lip, knowing that if he opens his mouth, the remainder of his breakfast burrito will once again try to escape.
Pacman's half brother: Larry.
[California]
Some would say having the side airbag deploy before you leave your driveway is a bad omen. Jess called it a "free pillow".
A pole graveyard extending partway out to Washington.
"Bam! That's more than 300 but slightly less than a gazillion."
"Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh shit. Those two girls need some anti-bacterial wash. And some listerine."
The escalator to keynote heaven. Run, don't walk.
Town locals loved to sit around and hear the tales of Glory, the town whore. Today's story consisted of a tourist with a 3 inch penis and testicles the size of basketballs.
