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OK, let's see if I got this straight: the cheerleader wants the cowboy, the swimmer wants the cheerleader and the devil is just there to make sure everyone goes to hell for it. |
"The gods are angry that Sam-anga does not have a drink in his hand! You will all suffer dearly for your insolence!" |
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Evil Princess Leia searches for her next victim. |
Lynn's friend went a wee bit overboard with the makeup. |
With this guy around, everybody looks like Mini-me. |
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She-Who-Used-To-Live-Under-the-Stairs and her ex-slumlord. |
Which one is real? |
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Why do the ladies costumes always make them look so hot, yet... |
...the guys always end up looking like extras from a bad movie? |
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Even the TV can't believe what it's seeing. |
Steve helps lick the crumbs off Kenny's cheek. |
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Letting his real brain do the talking. |
Jaret shows the tools used to keep women happy. |
Buttley gone batty |
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Making sure she put on deodorant. |
Steve tries to hide his true feelings for Kenny. |
"So...you come here often?" |
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Nobel Prize laureates or just a couple of idiots? Hard to say. |
Can't think of a better place to get the crap scared out of people. |
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OK, now everybody say "GAAAAHHHH!!!" |
By the look of Sam's hat, things are starting to get out of control. |
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"I just had my nails done. You like?" |
Lynn, Kenny and an unidentified partier. |
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The ladies |
"Wait a sec! I don't remember this being in the lease agreement!!!" |
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The rockers always get the girl. |
Lynn realizes something doesn't quite smell right about Sam. |
The Catholic schoolgirl and the 'Chicago' flapper. |
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It's 3am. Look who's left. Nobody can keep up with us!!! |