May 2001
A somewhat exotic looking capture.
Elementary school physical education classes on Catalina usually entail being thrown into the ocean with a boogie board, a harpoon gun, and a small canteen of water.
Wes' halitosis was a class 1 deadly toxin in most states.
No one touched the cake after Randall sat on it with his bare ass. That's right, not even Tobin.
Shasta: This is good shit.
May 2001
Photoshopped version of the previous pic (adjusted levels). More of a dreamy fantasy-like atmosphere now.
Captain looks for Tenille.
Sean wore black to blend into the night. He didn't anticipate...um..lighting.
Dawn: ...and it was shaped like a hook. Can you believe that? Crazy huh. Oh. Don't look now, but I think he's coming this way. Just don't stare at his crotch ok?
As Rick told more and more people that he "was the brute squad." Max and Matt walked faster.
While the donut was only a prop, it called out to her. The sprinkles mocked her; shining in six brilliant colors. So sugary, so light, so in need of being devoured.
Christine: Christine mad! Christine smash! Christine.....oh, is it my turn to bowl? Sorry, I'll be right there.
Alex had only two regrets in life: not asking Becky Hilderberg out in the 7th grade, and looking over his shoulder at this exact moment.
This pipe leads out into the ocean. What it does, I couldn't say for sure. All I know is that each time I pulled on this lever a half dozen partially digested goats would be ejected from one end. So yeah, draw your own conclusions.
