Paka likes to boogie. Or boogy. Or boogers. Or something.
May 2001
I was going to blow on this flower while taking a picture to get an extraordinary action shot worthy of museums everywhere. Instead, I got this.
Ray: That boy has pie in his shorts! Go get em tiger!
Billy: Alex likes pudding. You know how much I hate Dave Matthews? Well that's how much alex likes chocolate pudding. So you'd be doing him a favor by bidding.
Confetti remained on the ground for several hours afrer the parade. The city would have picked it up sooner, but that brain float guy had stolen the tubing from all the vacuums in the county.
So pretty.
Wes counted us all to make sure no one was left behind. He was big on sticking together, in fact, he insisted all the female employees stick to him like "flies on shit." What a caring guy.
Paka knew how to surprise the ladies.
And he had been peppersprayed 13 times to prove it.
A windmill. Don Quixote was seen approaching this chalk painting at great speeds.
Christine and Christy were skeptical about the existence of Tobin's third nipple.
That was the last time Alex lent his dentures out to a perfect stranger.
Overachiever.
The fountain in which all the people who tried to use paint were unceremoniously drowned.
Alex's attempts to spit into Ado's corona failed time and time again. Why so many people were determined to do something to her beer, I'm not sure. But she was getting pretty fed up with it.
