Beer beer beer.
Setting up the music Pekar stile.
Greg's intently watching the Stump Muncher.
This time the keg tapped back.
That's not just beer, Geoff's also happy to see you.
Tap part two.
Sprinkled!
Chris has made fire.
Channon's in the kitchen with Vina. Channon's in the kitchen.. I know-ow-ow-ow.
...and this one is for world domination.
Mark looks so angelic.
Testicular Torsion!
Going for the jugular.
Shannon was planning on peeing in the grill.
Party's on.
Trying to cary 3 beers.
Steak steak steak.
Mr. New.
Ms. Williams.
They're enjoying Shannon's bean/cream-cheese/cheese dip.
Strike a pose.
Spiced Apple.
HI!
No, you farted.
I think I'm too tall.
Clearing the table Pekar stile.
James lost his hair.
However, he found Pekar's bitter beer face.
Flip cup!
Vogue.
HA! a real Shannon smile.
Flip, flip, flip.
G
Skip and Matt, the flip cup power couple.
Thank God for the Geneva Convention.
A little moisture never hurt anyone.
We had 3 kinds of mustard at this party.
SIBLO!
'A week without Violence' Yay to Violence.
V for Violence.
Prometheus my ass! I stole the confounded fire.
That's a frisbee up there...
...and yes, Amanda threw it up there.
A infinidad.
Woooo!
Nobody was home.
So she jumped on Matt.
Shannon's protecting the birds.
Life goes on without the birds.
Time to burry the birdies.
Amen.
Good form.
Hair.
More hair.
Hike!!!
I think she missed the frisbee.
1 2 3 throw 4.
Retaliate!
She was afraid of us.
The sun crowd, and the shade crowd... may the two never intermarry.
Zoom zoom zoom.
Good form ol chap.
Rightie tighty.
Again, nice form.
Done, and done.
Ashleigh the Jock.
Pizza rolls.
TURBO!
Oh, hi there.
Incoming!
Muscles.
You mess with the bull, you get the horns.
Nice shooting V.
Straight shooter.
Lucy attacks...
...and there's no use.
The face to go with the hair.
Japanese Porn.
Silver, about 100 feet long.
Nice hat.
You're the nice hat.
BELT!!!!
Tessa!
I caught me a Tesla coil. She has a hole in her face now too.
My beard shaved the skin off her arm like a rusty tuna can lid shaves off
my wife's thick crusty back skin.
I just want to fly... put your arm around me baby.
Fish-hook.
Only Shannon.
Not Shannon.
Thank you Dennis, we don't blame you for any of the 'beef's' damages.
EXACTLY
Welp, giddeyup.
Go long.
Y W C A
Brian has an eye of a Tiger.
Bear
The name of the game is distraction.
Winner!
Ah man, in the eye? That's the worst spot.
The Wong arc.
Now there're 4 macs in this room.
Vitka.
When Hairy met Swally.
Tess felt bad about the Veal dying of loneliness, so she decided to begin
eating plastic.
Step-it.
Beef Fight!
Woo, that cup's up side down.
Strike 2!
Dan didn't want to threaten Andrew with his beer, that would be wasteful.
Logically he chose the bugspray defense.
En Guarde!
SPRAY ON!
Andrew blindly swung the meat and caused DPev to rocket down the hill.
Dan sped full-kilt down the hill...
...and had to dive to avoid smashing into the wall.
He got up in time only to see...
....Andrew stumbling down the hill towards him.
Another squirt, and strike 3.
Right in the eyes.
Then down for the count.
Drunken fair skinned boy sprawled out in the sun = big no no.
The beef has seen better days too.
Scurry, scurry, Andy's here.
The Valley people despised the well-to-do Hill people.
Instead of picking Andrew up we thought it would be easier if he just rolled
down the hill.
There he goes.
Almost there.
Winner, and in the sun again.
The tables have turned.
A foot to the crotch won't save you now.
Spray!!!!!!
Time for another shower.
Now Andrew has beer in his ear.
THE EMPTY IS FLOATING IN MID AIR!
Yes, the fight continues...
Round the closet door.
Then into the wall.
Mark's eating the remains of the left half of the Yard-o-Beef.
Some made it's way onto Skip.
Even Vicky is enjoying the beef.
Lucy's back, and this time she's showered.
Shot gun, get a load of Lucy's poncho.
The remains of the right half of the beef stick.
He's stuffed all he can stand, and he can't stuff nomore.
A piece made it's way onto the brick Shannon.
Waste not, want not.
Num, nums.