Laying into the saxamaphone.
Trying to escape is futile.
And there goes the shirt. And almost the pants. And probably the shoes. I didn't check.
The last song wraps as the crowd shows their appreciation for T.I., his crew, and towels in general.
Cameron Diaz makes friends with the soulless mechanical bull.
Teacher is never going to have enough time to call on all of them.
Karen was careful to keep her mouth only open a moderate amount. She didn't want a repeat of what happened the week before. Try explaining to your parents how a picture of you choking on a microphone while a guy in star-shaped sunglasses giving you the heimlich ends up on facebook.
This crowd surfer wasn't too despondent, seeing as how she'd gotten 4 phone numbers slipped into her pocket on her way from the third row.
Pip and Brian had hours of fun playing the "Arms crossed, arms on forehead" party game.
Pre-jousting meditation.
"The power of boxers compels you!"
Dirt Nasty joins the party, interjecting his thoughts on the role of the World Bank in emerging third world economies.
"Wa....wahooo?"
Aftermath Part II
