"Well, if it's not real butter, what is it then? And, when I find out, will I be able to believe it?"
Kayliegh power walks across the field.
The male riders were kept entertained by a small tv tuned to ESPN, glued to the back of the bull.
Sam doesn't approve of the self hugging. Not one bit.
She does, however, approve of backstage credentials.
"Woohoo! This is just like that time I road the cat around the house. Except I'm not 2, the animal isn't traumatized for life, and I am not going to get a really long timeout for this."
Everyone jump! Except Brian. You stay there.
"I'm so sorry Fluffy!"
Brian: Should I give her the new one, or the one I accidentally sneezed on? No one told me this job would be so hard!
*sniff* "Someone stole my cookie."
He cooked the exact same way. He was so very hungry.
Woman on left: This band needs more red. Woman on right: Yup. Woman on left: This band needs more red.
Woman on right: Yup.
Mike: Did I say you could have some skittles? No, I did not. Now spit that back out.
Blue Scholars take the stage.
..and helpfully gesture to where the fire exits are located.