Christine and Christy were skeptical about the existence of Tobin's third nipple.
Wes: Hey look, they're open 24 hours. Just like you! Hahahaha!
Christy: Hey look, your fly is open. You've got 24mm, just like an ant! Hahahahaha!
Paka took his motorcycling very seriously. Which surprised us a bit since his bike had pink stripes. But hey, look at that expression, I ain't gonna mention it.
Christine's right hand learned the hard way that pretending to fly in the vicinity of razor-wire is a bad idea.
We ate at Carrows afterwards; where clean silverware is an extra $3.50.
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.
Alex: I like em baggie. Besides, if I wore tighter jeans then you'd be able to see my personal bowling pin.
Christy's alternate persona "Sheila", didn't believe in pants.
Having never held a girl's hand before, Alex was fit to burst. He excused himself to the restroom moments later.
Bowling makes Christine happy. Or the pills. One of them. Anyway, she was smiling.
We had superglued Lora's lips together while she napped briefly. Sure, she was angry at first to be stuck with a kissy face, but she lightened up after a good number of the men (and several women) in the alley gave their phone numbers to her.
While Lora and Ado were looking at the camera, Wes was checking out their shoes. Oh yeah, those sexy sexy shoes.
Mike: This guy over here thinks he can pick up that spare. Ha! I will pick up my spare, knock down his pins with my mind, and sleep with his girl. This is how powerful I am.
Alex, not knowing what to do with his hands since there is no female in the vicinity, resorts to playing 'air maracas'.
