Still pictures fail to convey the majesty of the talking navel.
And now....jazz hands!
You got a 20% discount at the music store if you had dreads.
"20 percent?! Damnit, I paid full price."
Guy (quietly): I think I sat in some glue. So I might be stuck to you. Don't back away suddenly.
Alex hated neon green like a mummy hates fire.
Ringo likes to avoid unwanted publicity.
Bootsy sneezes his way through the funk rendition of the Star Spangled Banner.
In retrospect, lobster underwear was a bad idea.
Romy tries, briefly, to conduct the band before being tossed out.
To aid in his scruffy image, the singer seriously considered getting a Mr.Clean tattoo. You know, for ironic impact.
Laying into the saxamaphone.
Happy times.
She kept throwing the bottle up in the air and trying to catch it. She was having so much fun, I didn't have the heart to tell her it was filled with hydrochloric acid.