{Insert screaming fans here.}
The backstage crew start a high stakes game of Go Fish.
"Wingnuts" is a fun word to say. Try it.
Another Program Board worker taken down by the power of music.
The sad thing was, both of those smoking left hands belonged to the same person.
The crowd mills about after the concert, unaware that we've just released the hounds.
Plywood superhighway. Speed limit - 3mph.
"Hey guys, I'm making a poster and I've already made a 'G'. I have to make the rest of this make sense now. So how about 'Go Gauchos!'. No, that's bad. Maybe 'Gangrene Treatment here!' Too depressing. 'Gonzo for President'? Yeah, that's it."
5 seconds later she was thrown 10 feet off the bull. She foolishly let a giant talking panda bear distract her.
Foam jousting - just like the medieval nights did it.
The further antics of Concussion Cal.
And now....jazz hands!
Her smirk had gotten her out of tough situations before. But she wasn't sure how it was going to get her more water.
Instead of a typical brain freeze, Brendan experienced a cool breeze accompanied by a whistling noise. It was rather soothing.
