"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.
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.
"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.
Having captured the audience in his reflective glasses, the lead singer made for the exit, hoping they wouldn't figure out how to escape before he got the ransom.
Everyone acted as if they were on a rocking lifeboat, completely unprompted.
Guy with orange braids: Some FREAK over there is taking my picture!
Out of State singing in perfect harmony. Of course, it was a Milli Vanilli song, but nobody is perfect.
Just don't call him Mr.Tambourine Man. He really hates that.
The crowd - before caffeine was served.
The glasses weren't to block the sun, but to prevent further drumstick initiated eye trauma.
