The lineup.
"Are you supposed to splice together cables with chewing gum? I mean, you're the experts."
"Did I leave the stove on? No, of course not. I only have a hotplate. Silly me."
This concert goer kept pointing at me and yelling "It's a you, Mario!" That's not my name. Can't a guy wear a festive mustache and eat copious mushrooms without being stereotyped?
The hats are multiplying.
"I'm sorry, but I don't think these lanyards will hold up your tin foil skirt. But if you wanna try, go for it."
Spray stencils.
The water was free, but Shannon was raised to always tip.
Yes, it was the middle of May, but Debbie wanted the Grinch on her cheek and nobody could talk her out of it.
Repurposed from another Extravaganza, the cutout was strategically tall enough so that you couldn't stick your butt through it.
Fire.
"Nobody told me I'd be the hole guard all afternoon."
"Did you catch me body slamming them?! No cameras, no cameras!"
Shade adjacent.
