Aware that Sean was wearing only one shirt, Pantea proceeded to take as many pictures as humanly possible, for proof.
Vince: Is that man wearing a speedo AND a neckerchief?? What kind of cruise did you rope us into Sean?
The last possible spot where a horror film starring us as soon-to-be-butchered American tourists could be filmed. Well, until we reached Mexico.
Daiquiri, shaken, not stirred.
"Wax on...wax off. Blush on....blush off. The usefulness of that movie never ceases to amaze me."
Behold the mighty pompadour!
Everyone dances like this. It's perfectly natural.
Wait, gay disco cowboys? Does this show have any sort of theme going on?
Jen & Christine were both just waiting for the drugs in Vince's drink to take effect. They didn't know how E and speed would change him, but they were pretty sure it'd at least be YouTube worthy.
Jen (internal): He suspects nothing. Nothing!
While Jen went for the traditional "rabbit ears", Sean tries the far less common "single devil horn".
Christine: Drink my fucking drink!
Vince: No way.
Christine: Do it! Drink it!
Vince: Ok ok. Please don't hit me. I've run out of lies to explain the bruising.
"Hello gin, goodbye 7th grade PE memories!"
Christine tried to get her drink served out of a monkey's skull, but this was all they had.
