Wes: Yeah, I love ya too baby. Hugs and kisses.
Phone (set on loud): At the tone, the time will be...
{Wes frantically searches for the off button.}
Upon arriving at the hotel in Tahoe, we were all a bit disturbed by the giant mural of Charles Manson on the far wall.
Entering the hotel room for the first time, Andy pulled his .45, checked under the bed, in the closet, and in the shower before announcing that the premises were "clear". We'd been humoring Andy for years about this behavior, and we thought it safest to continue doing so.
"My nose itches. But if I touch it, he'll take the picture and it'll look like I'm picking my nose. I'll get him for this."
Christy had been dead for hours. This was the only way to prop her up so her head looked somewhat natural. Handling her on the ski slopes would be another adventure. But we had all seen the Weekend at Bernies movies, so we were prepared for anything.
Andy had discovered the greatest invention ever: hotel porn in the bathtub. The only thing left to do was hang on for dear life.
We really should stop paying the homeless to juggle poodles for us, but we just can't help ourselves.
Jumping on beds is a hotel standard. Alex, always the exhibitionist, took this opportunity to show off his midriff again. How were we to know that by accepting this behavior, he grow bolder, allowing him to show more and more as time went on?
Sean, missing the point entirely, flapped his arms wildly in an attempt for added lift.
Sean: Steve, that was a great jump, but shouldn't you have waited for Alex to get off the bed first?
"Can't a man get some privacy in the bathtub? Take a hike."
For some unknown reason, all the women enjoyed watching Wes sleep. The men, on the other hand, would soon turn to binge drinking to solve all their problems.
Andy: Channel 92 is Space Hoes. Ch.94 is 8 is Never Enough. Ch.97 is Men in Back. Choices choices.
Alex, drunk off the freedom of not wearing any pants, went on a bed-wide rolling spree.
Sean didn't find it amusing. Not at all.
