 Two girls for every boy... |
 Forget it! I'm not giving you my apple cobbler recipe. |
 If we stand here long enough, maybe someone will buy us a drink. |
 Does this feel mushy to you guys? |
 Pssst! Get outta' here with that camera. Can't you see I was just starting to get somewhere with my lemon rind story? |
 All members of the lineup please face to your left. |
 The Lovebirds |
 Kris, the photographer groupie. |
 What about that girl/guy ratio? |
 Pleasure doing business with you... |
 What, they're out of food?!?? |
 How'd I get stuck with this collection plate? |
 How do you like my new hat?? I find it illuminating! |
 I'm telling you, she's not wearing any clothes... |
 You have the right to remain silent... |
 I've never seen anything quite like this... |
 Beauty and the, well, you know. |
 We're too sexy for our shirts, too sexy for our shirts... |
 Let me know if you need some glassware at home... |
 Wheelin' and Dealin' |
 ...And then she slapped me!! |
 Squeeze Play. |
 And if we're elected.... |
 Well, hello ladies. Come here often? |
 There are some privileges of being the event organizer. |
 And if you'll just sign here, you'll be covered for that. |
 The Group, take 1. |
 The Group, take 2. |
 A late arrival... |
 .....So, where's the food? |
 I can get you a wine glass, a shot glass, a tumbler,..... |
 Does your X-ray vision work outdoors? |
 Oh, behave! |
 To the delight of onlookers, Scott pulls the old "pull my finger" routine. |
 Still traumatized by the seagull incident, Bob refuses to stand up straight. |
 Awwwww......... |
 Classmates |
 Classmates' signatures |
 Who let these guys in here? |
 I just know a fish story is coming. |
 Hey, now...!!!! |
 What a group. |
 All things must end. |