Sean: This demeans us both.
Tobin: Ok, who here will give me a $50 for this? How bout a dimebag then? Even trade?
These are grapes. I'm sure you've heard of them.
Town locals loved to sit around and hear the tales of Glory, the town whore. Today's story consisted of a tourist with a 3 inch penis and testicles the size of basketballs.
I'm not sure Justin still has a pie in his hand at this point.
Grape harmony.
Max had been thrown out of candy stores before, but that didn't stop it from hurting...every single time.
Mally (far left): Spin him around and hit him with the pie. Get the most coverage! I thought you guys were college educated.
(screamed from the bridge)
"So what are you looking at?!"
Catalina - the land of many tiles.
Sean hiked his pants as high as they would go before his voice started to change an octave.
It was moments like this that Wes was glad his underwear was made of rubber.
The texture on the paint drew me in.
We didn't quite buy the man in the golf cart's "resident's discretion" explanation for punching Steve in the face, but hey, whatcha gonna do.
