"I'm going to tell you a secret. It involves the trumpet player, so come a little closer so he doesn't hear us."
...this guy! Hiiding behind a phone box?
Worst. Hiding Spot. Ever.
"I give up! No one is listening to my damned whistle. There are flagrant penalties all over the place. Over there! *Blows whistle* Two minutes for inappropriate touching!"
The fast and furious rapping continues.
The henna tent turned out to be more popular than the "bobbbing for scorpions" exhibit next door.
Richard explains to Ben that his set could have gone on for a few more minutes, that it's alright, and that he just saved a bundle on his auto insurance.
Never argue with a man carrying a towel and an arm that looks good for snapping.
Lindsey, however, feels cheated when Stephanie is distracted by something shiny and wanders off midway through the battle.
"The headband is too much, isn't it?"
Still pictures fail to convey the majesty of the talking navel.
Apparently she also believed she was fighting a bull.
Marcus catches Misty, twirling her about. This was more to make her dizzy and fall down than a sign of playfulness.
In his head, T.I. was imagining that the microphone was a light zapper and all of the audience were ducks. Oh man, how he hated that damned dog.