Paka: I love plates!
Jess (under her breath): Sean, start the car. I'm gonna goose Lincoln and then we're hauling ass outta here.
They really do love cutting things out of stone around here.
This is Zack. He has a problem with intimacy.
This is Zeke. He's hiding a throbbing erection.
Philosophical Duck always asks why.
Once again, Sean is distracted by something shiny in the distance, even though he's the one taking the picture.
The entire exterior is made out of corn. Except for the lights. Those are the trapped souls of 19th century slave labor. Still, I bet they liked corn.
They redo the outside every year. As this picture of a picture proves.
Andy was transfixed by the cruise ship crew's demonstration of how not to smuggle goods out of Mexico in your orifices.
Paka's energetic singing of "Me So Horny" scared us. A lot.
The night is not complete without some nipple twisting action.
Or so Bradley kept telling us.
Phil of Volta do Mar sings ballads about lost love, twenty-something angst, and erotic furry chatrooms.
Green is the new tan.
