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Fish from heaven! It was almost too good to be true. Unfortunately for Tobin and Steve, the bird had dibs.
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Wes wanted Tobin to be his "center". They said to go long, all the way to the car, stay there for 5-10 minutes, then come back.
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Shasta: ..and like cookie dough between my hands..he's mine.
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Steve: I do what with this now? Hey look, it says Wilson on it. I had a pet volleyball named Wilson once.
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Alex: I thought this was the no smiling table. Shitheads.
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Jim couldn't shake the feeling that he was in immediate danger.
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Sean: I'll fight any seagull that challenges my honor! Let's tango.
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Wes: I'm gonna pee right here. You be my watchout. (pause) That means go watch other people.
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Alex: I'm so majestic it hurts.
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Steve and Avery engage in an epic battle of "Whose flatulence smells the most like what they just ate?"
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Suspicious of such a gathering, our spies capture this rare shot of the seated Macarena.
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As the sun sets in the West, so does the inexplicable pattern on Wes' shorts.
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Alex: Look ma! I clean up'd real good!
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Seagulls like to crap on trashcans. What can I say.
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Alex: Hehe, he said "crap".

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