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This cheerleader certainly doesn't waste any time. I'm sure she was more impressed with the biker's package. |
"Next up is my heavy metal medley of Backstreet Boys hits." |
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"Press here for fun." |
Sophia Loren in her early coke'n'beer abuse period. |
Jaret thinks that Sophia may be the kind of woman he's looking for. |
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"Curses for everyone!" |
They were mortified to find out that each of them dyed their hair the same colour. |
Looking for medical help, Lynn got more than she expected. She got the bone - and more than once. |
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"You wish to see my sword, yes?" |
Buttley likes Jenn to wear football gear in the bedroom too. |
"Leigh, why aren't you dressed up?" |
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Noticing the alcohol taking effect, the gay biker starts to move in. |
Notice how everyone avoids making eye contact with crazy Dale? |
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I'd be afraid of these two. |
The clash of two very different cultures. |
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Sam realizes that a dog peed on his grass skirt as he was walking to the party. |
Looks like Sam isn't the only person who realizes the same thing. |
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Tony Montana and Bruce Springsteen |
Steve loves to show everybody what's up his nose. |
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"Stop spreading rumours about my shrunken head or I'll curse you!" |
"Of course this is just holy water." |
Looks like being Lynn's friend for so long finally sent Dale over the edge. |
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Mental note to self: no matter how drunk you get, the guys in the purple wigs ARE NOT CHICKS! STAY AWAY! |
"Dane, let's blow this party and find the nearest driveway. I've got a street pizza to deliver." |
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Dane sure is a coy little lady. |
Sam lays a well-deserved curse on Dane's nasty ass. |
Tom closes his eyes in anticipation of another crash. |
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"Twist it harder...I think I can hit that high note!" |
Poor Kelly has to endure more tales of Buttley and his football fetish. |