Andria's best dance moves couldn't steal the attention from the guy in the background's act of singing Sinatra songs and screwing inflatable animals.
Andy enjoys snapping towels on young men's bare asses. We only hope this "hobby" won't find it's way into the upcoming wedding ceremony.
Downtown rule #1841-Don't drop the soap.
Monks on the prowl.
Even fairies have their stashes.
The giant ballet was also in town that weekend. Here's a tip: if the blue ballerina says she's a butterfly, don't argue with her.
Steve: ...and that, young sir, is how babies are made. Why? Shouldn't you have heard this all by now? Wait...you weren't taking pictures of me doing those..um..hand gestures were you?
This is Shasta. She has a camera, sunglasses, and a black & white shirt. You make your own joke, I'm tired.
Jess (internal): Such a beautiful sunset. Look at the colors. Wow. I wonder if I left the oven on. Wait, I don't have an oven in my apartment. Guess I couldn't have burnt any cookies. Mmmmm, cookies.
God, meet the gays. Gays, here's a wooden cross. Let the awkwardness begin.
Christy's 'Wheel of Fortune' audition was a little lackluster. One, she was seated. Two, she was plastered. Three, Vanna White would never refer to the letter X as "the sexy bitch of the alphabet."
We all thought Alex couldn't handle his booze as well as the rest of us. But when he successfully put his arms around the two Wes' that he claimed to see, we were all very impressed.
Naseem: What do you mean swimming naked is mandatory for all the women? Does that actually work? How sad.
Steve: My boxers are the same pattern. Wanna see?
