Hula Night!

Grass skirts, coconut bras, and leis. God, I love theme nights.
Know what I hate, though? These really short page intros. I mean, I should be making some kind of insightful observation about some element of the show, or about the Hula Night concept as a whole, but instead I make some shallow, single-line comment concerning the scantily-claddedness of the female performers. I mean, sure, we all love half-naked women (except for the real freaks), but there should be some substance here. Some wit. Some clever observation. Some frivolous italics. But most of all, I want to fill space.

Yeah; that oughtta do it.

On a slightly more serious note, this is the first real update since the official site went up. I was gonna give up on the whole photo gallery thang (their updates are bigger and much more frequent), but I figure I'll hang in there a bit longer. This is kinda fun, y'know.
'Sides, the official site doesn't have lame captions ;)

Oh, I've got a lovely bunch o' coconuts...

So, wait, does this mean Angelo's a hula-dancin', indian-warrior flower child named Eddie?
Damn, this movie's confusing.

"Tim, I know you love Gunilla Hutton, but we are not doing "Hee-Haw Goes Hawaii"

"But, we did everything the way grownups would've. Why didn't it work?"

And here's Rob with the Amphibiously Gay Duo...

On an unrelated note, I managed to dig up some production stills from
Boys Don't Cry II: Brandon's Bisexual Beach Blanket Bingo.