Chris: This outdoor urinal with a glass top is a brilliant invention. Hey, no pictures.
Everyone needs a group photo in front of the golden gate bridge. Even if half of your friends were crushed by a large tree a few seconds earlier.
Andy had heard that identical twins could communicate through telepathy. With half a container of Cherry Garcia ice cream in his pants, Andy was glad Gina was just his normal sister.
Sean: Look at them, smiling and laughing. What's so funny? Oh right, I just farted.
There is nothing funny about this picture.
Relaxing at a local Moroccan restaurant, Wes grew impatient for the return of the belly dancer. She had promised him a private dance, and he was gonna collect.
"Why oh why did I order a Moroccan burrito?"
"Jeez Wes, light a match will ya."
"Uh huh. Right. Ok. What you're saying is very interesting and all, but please excuse me while I stab myself in the eye with this pen."
"I am the master of all I survey. Yes, even that camera. Gimme!"
Wes, seeing two doorknobs so close together, began playing the 'Tune in Tokyo' bit with them. Laughing like a schoolgirl all the while. When others walked into the room, he scurried away and started to stretch. But we know the truth. We know.
Despite Chris' insistence, there were no whores visible in the "red light" district.
This is Scott's bedroom. Scott is a person we have never met. Scott's bedroom is also his closet. We stayed in Scott's apartment for a night. Scott is a very strange individual. Scott has a nice TV. We take back our "strange individual" statement. Then again, he did have a copy of Lost in Space on DVD. We assumed Scott was seeking professional help over this.
The shower had a window. We thought little of this until we realized the street was on the other side of the apartment. This window lead elsewhere....
