Getting sunblocked up before heading into the inflatable torture chamber.
Shade adjacent.
"Did you catch me body slamming them?! No cameras, no cameras!"
"Nobody told me I'd be the hole guard all afternoon."
Fire.
Repurposed from another Extravaganza, the cutout was strategically tall enough so that you couldn't stick your butt through it.
Yes, it was the middle of May, but Debbie wanted the Grinch on her cheek and nobody could talk her out of it.
The water was free, but Shannon was raised to always tip.
Spray stencils.
"I'm sorry, but I don't think these lanyards will hold up your tin foil skirt. But if you wanna try, go for it."
The hats are multiplying.
This concert goer kept pointing at me and yelling "It's a you, Mario!" That's not my name. Can't a guy wear a festive mustache and eat copious mushrooms without being stereotyped?
"Did I leave the stove on? No, of course not. I only have a hotplate. Silly me."
"Are you supposed to splice together cables with chewing gum? I mean, you're the experts."
