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He performed a scene from "Caddyshack" to appease screaming fans who wouldn't shut up.
Deej does babysitting duty for Joann's purse while she pees.
Finally, after more than an hour of standing around and drinking beer (no complaints!) we snag a table and prepare to eat some major vittles.
The boys are amazed at this weird, wonderful invention called calamari.
I'm informed that my butt is sitting where Wayne Gretzky sat the previous night. Oooh!
Joann's keester is squishing the same vinyl that Oscar de la Hoya squished the night before. Aah!
We're not too impressed. So what if I have leftover Gretzky butt-sweat on my arse now? I'm so hungry I could eat a JoJo sandwich.
Dennis doesn't care either. Since he won't be coming with us to the aquarium tomorrow, he plays with the calamari instead.
As Jules in Pulp Fiction said, "Now that's a tasty burger!" Even if it did cost 11 bucks.
What was most interesting was Oscar de la Hoya showing up and sitting a couple tables down. He was with this guy who was wandering around the restaurant and bringing chicks over to the table, including one who left her boyfriend behind. Within minutes, this dude had his hand on her butt while she was gushing to Oscar. Who knew Oscar was into skanks? Blech.

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