Two of these people are not like the others.
"Hmm...are you sure there isn't a part in here for a taller, red-haired woman? I was sure I saw the character in here somewhere."
"Don't go breaking my heart!"
"I couldn't if I tried."
Sorry, Robert. It's the glasses and the piano.
I just told these girls the caption I was going to use for that last picture.
Oh, that's nice. All the campers are standing and paying attention and...gee, who could that be crumpled up and facing the wrong way on the ground? Could it be a Wawrzonic?
The teachers just skip the middle men and grind their own headache medicine right on the table.
Thom thinks all he has to do is strike a sassy pose and I'll think of something funny to say about it. I am not a machine!!
"Ooh, ooh, and maybe tomorrow, we can all wear BLUE shirts!"
They sure love each other a latte.
Group Three acts out a much happier musical revival version of Chekhov's famous works, "Uncle Vanya!"
Some campers have been known to burst out into fits of ecstacy.
Much of the U.S.'s deforestation can be attributed to needing to whack Shane with something in the dance studio.
This is the last thing you see if you're too busy looking in a camera to notice that you're about to trip over a Nitzberg.
OH, MY GOOD GRACIOUS, THERE'S A BUG OF SOME KIND ON THE LENS OF THE CAMERA.
It's not the constant asking us not to cry for him that confuses us, it's the fact that he keeps calling us Argentina.
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