Justin (singing): Baby killer, baby killer. The rest of this song...is purely filler. Fa la la la la.
Joe: We may be hippies Rachel, but there ain't no way we're having a group hug. Half these people didn't wear deodorant today.
Mari had to remind John-Mark about the spirit of the 60s after he repeatedly slapped unsuspecting freshmen with his 'Stop the Fighting' protest sign.
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?
The caroling mafia prepares for another show and ring kissing ceremony.
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."
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"
