Andy: Whips, handcuffs, dildos, nipple clamps, a car battery, beads...God damnit Wes! Couldn't you bring the comb you borrowed from me in a separate bag?!
Naseem: What do you mean swimming naked is mandatory for all the women? Does that actually work? How sad.
Wes, Mika and Kash had either been the victims of an early pieing, or they lost their keys in the portapotty again.
Alex: You wanna piece of me buddy?! I'll tear you apart with my....hey, is that pie? Ooh, gimme!
Wes (quietly): Potent Potables for $600 Alex. Hehehehe.
Josh liked to insert himself between couples, grinning broadly. It was safer that he do it here, at a picnic, than in the bedroom, as he sometimes liked to do.
Yanni, in all his glory.
Only raw meat and a rusty phallus shaped pipe could draw Gabe away from the keg.
Jen & Kash were having a "hardcore thug" competition. And, once again, the frilly scarf in Jen's hair kept her from winning.
Rome cheers after he was able to wear those shorts all the way from his house without being beaten senseless by the fashion police.
We knew Ryan deserved the 'Consultant Dinosaur' award (longest service as a consultant) when he started forgetting to wear pants to work events. Jen (his direct supervisor) had stopped reminding him about it several weeks ago.
Wes: Aw shucks. None of the other consultants kissed me on the cheek for their awards. And for that, I'm eternally grateful.
It was moments like this that Wes was glad his underwear was made of rubber.
Mike: Yeah, those hammer jokes are still way funny Wes. Would you like your papercut now, or while you're sleeping?
Mike really likes certificates. No, I mean it, he really likes them. If you let him borrow yours, don't let him go anywhere..um..private.