The bullriders were told that, when they were bucked off, they would be thrown into a vat of lime jello.
The first round of the Bungee Run Olympics didn't have the fancy sponsors, variety, or footwear of the official Olympics, but it still had heart.
The calm before the storm.
The CSOs loved these tables too much to divide them up in the divorce. They would share them straight down the middle. Hilarious hijinks would surely ensue.
"The condor has landed. Over. Mission accomplished. Operation 'Behave like Program Board student again' initiated."
Brian was unclear on many concepts.
Middle CSO: You go over by that stage and watch out for shenanigans. You, go by the back gate and stop any tomfoolery that may occur.
Tragically, Sam's keychain giraffe would be devoured by her tshirt T-rex later that afternoon.
"I'm hunting wabbits."
Mike showing off his ASPB and Canon pride.
"Knobs and buttons, buttons and levers, fa la la la la."
"What do you mean this tattoo isn't temporary?"
Kayliegh struggled with the floor like she struggled with her addiction to bubblegum flavored dental floss.
Guy on right: No no. You're putting the left channel monitor feedback flux capacitator in the slot for the microphone condensation exfoliator!