"Were you fishing for me? You better have some organic wild-caught tuna on the end of that hook for that to work."
The guy setting up the highwire gear engages in a game of "fishing for hippies".
"What? You distinctly said 'Two angry marshmallows floating on a sea of blue kelp."
Contrary to what I was told, this was NOT a steampunk outhouse. Sorry.
Taking the epic battle of bright pink vs aquamarine to a concert near you.
Art jungle.
It's important to stretch thoroughly before your death defying acts. No one wants their last words to be "Oh no, a cramp!"
The piece of paper reads: Friend us on Myspace!
