Sometimes, I smile. Sometimes, I wince. And then there’s the times... well... you know...
I like to call this portion of our trip: Don’t Make Me Call The Dance Police.
Eva's tipjar is in some weird language... Dutch? Arabic? Pascal? HELP!
DON'T BLINK!
So. Very. Rule 34.
"Did I leave that curling iron on?"
Anybody else worried about the FBI finding their Club Image photos and...
October is coming?
Shit, now all the acts are pumpkin spice.
Redneck Uber.
If only my bus stop looked like this.
Web Butt Shot!
I know this is a fantasy because nobody ever roots for the Jets.
Arthur! Who are your friends?
This is what was going on in the house next to Mr. Rogers.
Indiana Jones and The Temple Beth Israel.
"Dear Andy Serkis, you're fired."
Whenever someone wears orange hair in SL, yeah, they look like this.
Really ties the room together.
I know why the caged Pan sings.
Always, ALWAYS choose the gift wrap option.
The right way to teach high school Geometry.
Yes. Yes, you are.
From now on, when I play Monopoly, I'm imagining that this is the hotel. Oh, and the tophat is being worn by Oods. So sexy.
TRIVIA: If you drop a Debauche performer in any mailbox, they will be returned to their home stage with this postage pre-paid tattoo stamp.
Now on The Disney Channel... Dr. Doolittle 4.
"So, my website will let you hire cleaning services... maids who are actual mermaids!"
"KEEP THAT NOISE DOWN! I'M TRYING TO SLEEP!"
"You! Over there! Drink Bombay Gin, or I will kick you in the face!"
Please don't do the triple backflip... Please don't do the triple backflip... Oh my God, don't do the triple backflip...
Six drinks later...
This is why George Lucas isn't allowed to re-edit Star Wars anymore.
Yep. Another Web Butt Shot.
Someone send them a landmark to Betty Ford please.
And you mocked me for buying a crate of bottled water.
So meta.
Anybody else have the urge to fix that clock?
The Sixties called. I let it go to Voicemail.
Somewhere between Wicked and The Muppet Movie.
Our fine prison facilities at The Dance Police.
The Ministry of Silly Walks
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ICE CREAM HEADACHES
Oh my God... someone actually called The Dance Police!
Um... okay, that's more like it.
LOCK ME UP!
Thank you, and stay tuned next Sunday for the next thrilling episode.
"Hey. It's Cave. Someone's not daaaancing. Come on. You know the law - testing IS NOT a dance exemption. Don't make me call the dance police"
- Cave Johnson, Portal 2 Perpetual Testing Initiative Expansion Pack.