Misty's notebook said it was almost time to "Paint the elephant orange with the blood of citrus." She wasn't sure what that entailed, but the notebook had never led her astray before.
You never know when spontaneous combustion is going to strike. Live life to the fullest.
This was four guys slam dancing off to the side of the field. Seriously.
Inside the wind tunnel of Hawaiian rock.
This guy was too happy not to include.
"Someone...someone stole my socks! You monsters! Those were a gift!"
There's no way this could end badly.
No man nor beast can control the hair.
The first crowd surfer of the evening gets the boot. And, apparently, a bit of a leg massage.
"Ack...ack. I think I ate a bug."
"Two sticks, two normal sticks. Now watch while I pull a rabbit from out of my cymbal...."
Pepper plays with only pants. Everyone loves alliteration.
You know he's a rockstar because of the glasses. Dead giveaway.
Tyler gathering important feedback during the concert.
