... *goes to open icebox in the basement*

Oh, X-Files. How quickly it went from SUNDAY NIGHT HAPPY FUN TIME when I was in high school to "eh, Cancer Man got blowed up" in college.

What, your hands too shaky?

*too drunk to care*

Stoner 1: Dude, there's like, a weird Renaissance fair guy at the door.

Nice. Very nice.

I'll have to confirm this with porters and ales. Something like... nine or ten after each workout. Yeah. There we go. Hell, why bother with the workout?

Oh, Bouncing Boy, how you have inspired me. I quaff this goblet of Drano in your name.

Here, have a stiff drink.

I was thinking of booze.

... I actually thought that said "piss-based" for a moment.

So... how much proof is that B-52?

You too. Just calm down, please.

Calm down. Play nice.

Yeah, I'll bulk up with a bushel, alright...

How many apples a day?

Good summer day to all! We have much discount on Neki, Air Jordan, Ugg Boot~~!

You must ask yourself, if he's lying in a pile of ashes there... WHO'S TYPING RIGHT NOW??

I fell asleep on the bow on the trip back... apparently something about magic ocean water just washes away all that sunscreen.

Ahh, what the heck.