Sean, believing very deeply in the lore of Highlander, chops off his own ice cream cake head. He waited for his quickening for 4 minutes before he was shoved aside and the cake properly distributed.
Once I triple-dog-dared her, Shasta wasn't going to back down. Now, all we needed was an icy street pole and some witnesses.
May 2001
Kids in wetsuits, moments before being swept out to sea. Err..ocean.
The Keebler Elves summer home.
Oh yeah, only hardcore bowlers are comfortable enough to be photographed hugging themselves.
Steve: How bout if I stick my teef out like dis and make "duhhhhhh" noises?
Kash: OK, I'm seriously gonna kick your ass now.
(and in the back)
Max: Of course this is pudding. What else could it be?
The crowd.
It's hard to tell, but Sean is tilting his head to mimic the head on the piece of cake he carries.
It's not hard to see Billy staring at Sean's ass.
Billy: This sour shit almost makes drinking not worth it. Hey, that's my shot! I said almost not worth it.
May 2001
Yeah, that's the same rock.
Dysfunctional Kayaking 101: The person on the left is playing air guitar with her paddle. Mildly entertaining but wildly inefficient.
The person on the back of the next kayak is striking his unsuspecting friend in the back with a paddle. While this may seem like a fun activity, it creates dead weight in the boat, and guess who is left to paddle for two.
John-Mark: What? I happen to like this jacket. Screw you.
Tobin: Wait...is my name on the scoreboard "DLDO?" I told you, it's T O B I N. Wait, that wasn't a mistake, was it.
Phil: That was impressive, don't you think?
Naseem: Shhh. I'm trying to look bored and indifferent. Guys love that shit.
