Guy: So...you, um, dance here often?
It was officially naptime in the park. Everyone had to put away their coloring books and their bud light and rest for 15 minutes. Failure to comply would result in loss of playground privileges.
As concert-goers applied sunblock to each other, undercover Santa began to compile his naughty list for the year. If everything went as planned, he would be helping a few more lucky ladies make that list tonight.
Dog: She names me Butch and then she dresses me up in this? That settles it, I'm pissing in the fish tank when we get home.
Richard was sure that, in a park full of people in bikinis, he could safely go unnoticed in his pink shirt.
The mandatory yoga underwear test. Don't want a repeat of last week, KAREN.
Masseur: Yoga people man. Always forcing rules on people. Bend like a dog, wear underwear, don't strangle customers. Rules, amirite?
"RecycleBot! You had babies! Wait, who is the dad?"
Radioactive butterfly.
Obligatory cheap beer shot.
Bubbles!
Ok, so some dogs don't match their owners.
Brian bet Amy she couldn't stick her entire fist in her mouth. She was tasting it first to see if she wanted to accept the wager.
Band guy: I usually only give my groupies my boxers, but you look really nice.
