We all knew Sean had to work remotely during this mini-vacation, but we never thought he would turn to the bottle.
After such a nice Brother/Sister moment, Andy didn't quite know how to tell Gina that he had spilled half his drink down the back of her dress.
Andy: Ya put your right hand in, ya put your right hand out, ya put your right hand.....Chris...Chris...your RIGHT hand. Dumbass.
Lora: He's got it all wrong! It's sand the floor, sand the floor, wax on, wax off, paint the fence. This DJ sucks.
To Kash and Ado, nothing is funnier than a 6ft 8inch man falling to the ground after succumbing to the thick disco fog.
The heavy fog gave Wes the perfect cover to indulge in his true love: thievery.
As the fog got thicker, panic set it. Paka entered a state of delirium in which he believed halitosis would dissolve the fog, clearing a path to freedom.
Chris: What do you mean this isn't beer?!
A perfect example of why you should never allow someone to photograph you while dancing.
Christine: I'll catch you....layta.
Lora was having fun teaching Christy a little game. Grab the opposite butt cheek of some guy in a club, and look away as they turn around to blame some unsuspecting woman. The man in the yellow shirt was victim number 16 for the night.
Kash: Milking the cow! Milking the cow!
Christine: Adrian!
Wes: I can't feel my arms.
Sean: Kash, why is your fly open?
After one too many beers, Lora liked to flail her arms about. Christine was the first casualty, but Sean was wise to her little game.
Word travels fast.
