Usually one would only need their hair held back at the end of a long round of drinking. But we like to break new ground.
The football game was a tradition at each ICnic. None of us particularly liked football. Or consultants with their shirts off grabbing their crotch, but we still did it every year.
Gabe: C'mon guys. I've seen tag football played before, and in none of those games were a pair of pants ever unzipped.
Jen pitied Alex. Not because of his broken neck, but because he was going to have to pay for the bottles upon bottles of shampoo to get the damned pie out of her hair.
Andy took his ball home after Lucy pulled it out right before he was going to kick it. Again.
If checking out asses was a sport...
Hugs not drugs Andy.
Hugging a wet woman, in a public park, on top of a trashcan, Alex had hit a new high in life. And he was going to enjoy every squishy moment.
The very northern end of California is a demilitarized zone built to keep those Oregon hippies from mingling with California hippies.
You want people? We got people.
Aulaiwon: Don't look now, but Little Bo-Peep is looking over your shoulder. I don't think she's dangerous, but she's starting to creep me out.
