Andria: Come to Hawaii, where the weather is great, the people are nice, and the food is...um...made from coconuts?
Steve: Hey. My name's Steve. I'm a swimmer. How you doin'?
Randall froze the beach ball in liquid nitrogen earlier that day. An unsuspecting Paka never knew what hit him.
Randall: Watermelon, watermelon, you're my friend. I hope your slices never end. You fill my hunger needs. Except for these fucking seeds. Fa la la la la la la.
Temporarily blinded by a direct shot of chlorine, Paka was left open to Billy's patented "point blank smashy" move.
Andria: mmmm, brain shade.
Avery: Isn't this like the best pose ever?
Paka: Take that evildoer!
"If i hide behind this thin arrangement of flowers, they can't see me. Muhahahahahahah" *click*
Tobin: So you're saying these aren't BBQ flavored chips?
David and Tobin chased after the ball, but they both knew what they were really after.
Randall: Hahahaha. You want the ball? You want the ball? Come and get it! Come on! Awwww....did I pop the ball?! Hehehehehehe.
It usually took a few drinks before Tobin would kiss a toad. But his reputation was at stake here.
Billy felt a little guilty, but hey, that kid did say he would get the beachball if it was the last thing he did.
Our onion chef had a bad attitude.
Tobin hitched a ride out of the deep end on the David express.
