Alex: Do you really think that was an appropriate pic Paka? I mean, this is a family restaurant. Now...show me it again.
See, I can take nice pictures of people.
And some not so nice ones to remind people that I'm really a no-good low-down dirty jerk.
We bet Ashley $20 that she couldn't hide a bottle of hot sauce in her hair. We probably should've closed it first, but hindsight is always 20/20. Besides, now she has an extra $20 to deal with that 'burning scalp' issue she's mysteriously developed.
Photo 'fact' : That isn't his hand.
Jess had to be restrained from joining in on the antics as Shasta started to chastise Paka for throwing silverware at Billy's groin.
Billy: I know you wanted to wish Shasta a happy birthday Alex, but writing it on your johnson may not have been the best idea. Besides, if you'd have used a card, you wouldn't have had to write so small.
Andria: But that guy...and the...but over there...and what...and how...and....man, I need another drink.
Shasta: This is good shit.
Robotic servers were getting more life-like every year.
Billy: This sour shit almost makes drinking not worth it. Hey, that's my shot! I said almost not worth it.
Once I triple-dog-dared her, Shasta wasn't going to back down. Now, all we needed was an icy street pole and some witnesses.
Transitioning from the restaurant to the bar, the group pauses for a team huddle to discuss how to lose the guy with the camera.
Andria's best dance moves couldn't steal the attention from the guy in the background's act of singing Sinatra songs and screwing inflatable animals.
Even though Steve had sent Andria to spy on Paka & Jen, she couldn't resist the pull of the camera's immortalizing stare.