This was four guys slam dancing off to the side of the field. Seriously.
You never know when spontaneous combustion is going to strike. Live life to the fullest.
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.
A shoulder sitter does the 'injured chicken' dance.
Vampires could be anywhere.
The crowd surf always starts off looking like fun. It's not until they can read the sign on the 'Surfer's "Hot Dog" Shack' booth directly in front of them that they start to grow concerned of their safety.
Some onlookers stand by the gates, trying to kill me with their glares.
Guy on right: Seriously, this puddle was here before me. I have excellent bladder control.
Brendan was on a one man mission to hug every woman in the stadium. Only 3419 left to go!
She was hula hooping for 45 minutes straight. I think someone hooked her up to a battery to generate electricity for the lights or something.
Suddenly forgetting how to play the guitar, the singer quickly started screaming "Wikki wikki waaaaaaah" into the mic, hoping no one would notice the difference.
Pepper, keeping the microphone sterilization industry in business.
Michael Bay? Mandalay Bay? Sitting on the dock of the bay?