Sean crawled into his sleeping bag backwards. The next 20 minutes would be the darkest and dizziest of his young life.
Not everyone enjoys 'Adult Hand Puppet Theatre'.
After arriving in San Francisco, Sean, Wes and Chris decide to do what they do best: sit on a couch and pretend to be happy.
We all knew Sean had to work remotely during this mini-vacation, but we never thought he would turn to the bottle.
"Why are you wearing my underwear on your head? Nevermind, I'm going back to sleep and pretend this was a nightmare."
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.
Christine: Yeah yeah guys, turning the thermostat down to 50 was real funny. Almost as funny as the laxative I dropped into your coffee. Oops, I've said too much.
Chris liked to sleep wearing his glasses on the off chance that, during an earthquake, someone would jump from their sleeping bag completely nude. And ya don't wanna miss out on that.
Unable to go to the club due to his age, Steve instead occupied his time with naked sleeping bag games.
When a naked 70 year old man takes your picture for no reason, people tend to notice. He had to be stopped. We might have lost our appetite, but we gained a pretty nice camera out of it.
Randall: Hehe...hehe....that bird bit it.
Christy: Mhhhha...heheh...busted antenna funny.
Randall: My finger smells like gasoline. hehehehe
Christy: hehehehe...cool.
While traveling down the freeway at a high speed, a bird committed suicide by ramming itself into Andy's antenna and side mirror. Besides the obvious sadness due to lost radio reception, we were also disturbed by the lack of vehicular education in bird schools nowadays.
The view was quite breathtaking. Not as breathtaking as it was for those 3 tourists we choked to death, but still...
No transportation, and low on money, Chris and Wes decided male prostitution was their only recourse.
