Obligatory shirt shot.
There's no shame in playing your instrument, barefoot, in your pajamas, against a fence, alone, while screaming "Don't look at me!"
INVISIBLE TICKLE MATCH
Pats of encouragement.
"Ha, I love towels too! We have so much in common!"
"You win this round Blazer, you win this round."
Harpo goes country.
Just another normal day at Extravaganza.
"Wait, this attachment thing has been in his ear?"
Sam (upon learning there was no blood drive at the event): So who the hell did I just donate my plasma too?! And what was in that cookie he gave me?!
Amazing bongo skills on display. What? Someone had to say that joke. Might as well be me.
Sorry, I still can't get over the keytar.
No necks were broken that afternoon.
No one was really sure why Brendan was making kissy noises into the microphone. We thought it best to just purge the sound from our memories.
