Paka (internal): 'For Her Pleasure'. teehee!
Shasta felt a rush of wind at her back. When she checked her pockets, her chapstick was gone. El Lippo strikes again!
Back on the boat, the gang puts on their formal attire for what will surely be a night of respectable behavior.
We're off to a good start.
Andy's plan to photograph every passenger was going remarkably well. Although Dorothy yelling "Show us your tits!" to the women certainly wasn't making it easy for him.
Yes, that's exactly what you think it is: the arse-faced cotton rabbit of Argentina.
'How to lay down the phat jams 101' by professor Paka.
(watching)
Sean: Woah. I've never seen anyone move like that.
Shasta: That's because we're on a moving boat. And you've been drinking.
Sean: Oh.
Shasta: And, yes, because we're in the matrix.
Sean: I knew it!
I like blue.
Bald Guy (quietly): Ok, you take the light purple one on the right. Bet you $20 I'll be wearing that hat before the sun goes down. Mature ladies can't resist the smooth look.
Karen hoped the boat would dock in the Caribbean soon. She was getting tired of reading the brochure and sniffing nail polish had lost it's luster.
Girl #1: It's horrible!
Girl #2: It's not all that bad.
Girl #1: I'll never land a man with these cellulite knees!
Girl #2: Hey, it's like you've got built-in kneepads!
Girl #1: You're not helping.
Sean prepares for his deep sea dive into dorkdom.
Sean lives out his lifelong dream of beating a little girl up a climbing wall. What can I say, he dreams small.
