Bowling makes Christine happy. Or the pills. One of them. Anyway, she was smiling.
Having never held a girl's hand before, Alex was fit to burst. He excused himself to the restroom moments later.
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.
Christy's alternate persona "Sheila", didn't believe in pants.
Alex: I like em baggie. Besides, if I wore tighter jeans then you'd be able to see my personal bowling pin.
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.
Christine's right hand learned the hard way that pretending to fly in the vicinity of razor-wire is a bad idea.
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.
We ate at Carrows afterwards; where clean silverware is an extra $3.50.
Christine and Christy were skeptical about the existence of Tobin's third nipple.
