Our lone Mock Trial picture. The rest of the evidence was shredded.
Jennifer: I've got a fifth of vodka and a gallon of orange juice in my backpack. Wanna get out of here?
Gabi: Mr.Boyle, these mock trial practices would go a lot smoother if we weren't worrying about your wild pet mongoose biting our toes.
A picture from A.P. Biology. Or, as Mari liked to call it "that place where my mom let's me practice my wrestling moves."
The caroling mafia prepares for another show and ring kissing ceremony.
Rachel was told to smile or the puppy would get it. So smile she did.
Bored with classwork, Gina and Liz copy down the saucy portions of the New Testament.
Gabi: Pssh! Sean. Sean! What did you get for #40? Just write it on your tie and send it over. It'll reach.
Nicole (internal): Damnit. If they had just waited another 10 minutes I'd be done with my part. I love orange juice.
Angie bought strippers as gifts for all her friends. Everyone liked Angie.
Jen loves pizza. Any rumors, however, that Jen LOVES pizza, are completely unsubstantiated. I don't have pictures in my drawer. Honest.
While Liz thought him a jock, the back of his hat read "=MC2"
Joe: This pizza....tastes funny. Erin, don't you think this tastes weird? Erin? Mr.Boyle, why is Erin chanting in tongues and floating 4 inches off the ground?
Jen went on to a lucrative career as a Dominoes spokesperson.
