"No, there's only one of you. Calm down."
Running for music.
Friend discovery.
Stern resolve.
Shots worth of water, let's do this.
Dro gets her hug on.
See, even before the photo bomber hits, the pain can be felt.
So much pointing.
"I had a footlong sandwich. And then I didn't. Was it a bird? My imagination? Did I sleep eat it?"
"Sleep eating is serious business."
Rocking the American spirit.
The midriff shuffle.
They were either very sweaty or had been soaked by a firehose.
No smiles allowed.
