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.
Downtown rule #1841-Don't drop the soap.
Paka gave big hugs to all the mounted police he saw. Although he chuckled and repeated "hehe, mounted" a few times too many.
Mike: Mmm. Chocolate, cherry, whip cream, a hint of nutmeg, and...there's something else. Oh you scamps, is that anchovy?
Sean: So if I give you my watch will you tell me where you hid my pants?
Jen always had some spare ketchup packets on hand. Alex was, once again, under her control.
Austin Powers poses with the world's smallest Swedish penis pump. Wow, that was an alliteration overload.
Little Timmy wasn't too hip on how a slide worked.
"Now shake your wings for your father. I'll send this picture along with my request for this month's alimony. It'll drive him nuts."
Girl: Daddy daddy! That doggy found your bootoof headthing. Look, he's cleaning it with his tongue for you. Nice doggy!
While the older kids reveled in their superiority, little Becky stayed strong with the knowledge that confetti would wash out of her hair, but bites from a snapping turtle hidden in certain girls' beds would last a lifetime.
Deep down, Sparkles knew the confetti wasn't "child seasoning", but a part of him imagined it anyway.
The skateboard posse arrives on the scene.
Viking jokesters, however, are liable to let one loose at the expense of rowers in the back.
And thus began the 5 year war of the Pirate Candy Golfers.