Kent knew how to get the crowd riled up.
30% baiting them with the upcoming band
10% general taunting
40% insults about their lack of enthusiasm
20% pepperspray
Not a Klingon battle axe.
Aww, hugs for everyone!
Inside the wind tunnel of Hawaiian rock.
Pepper, keeping the microphone sterilization industry in business.
Kelly's green shirt confused more than a few new Program Board members. When they asked her what they should do next, she'd respond with "I don't work here anymore. I graduated, punk! Hahahahahahahaha!" and then skip away, laughing.
The tents would protects us. For now.
Ice tooth. This....means something.
The pen eating, however, was completely normal. Altho she usually prefers the grape.
Wet.
When in doubt, do the twist.
Amy: You hear that static noise? That's my phone about to short out because I'm standing in the rain. If my ear doesn't catch on fire, I'll call you back later.
Kelly bet Travis $5 he wouldn't pet Chaz's hat and say "Good kitty kitty!" She was about to become $5 poorer.
After the show was over, Misty's mysterious midair swatting started to concern us.
