Finger-lickin' good was the verdict of
Ubuntu in Napa.
"When in Napa, try some wine." Is what I assume was Lindsay's thinking.
The dessert was a glorified
slush-puppie.
The sun was at a brutal slice, and the food was communal, and cudies were shared.
They guy in the background is thinking. "Lookat dose douches."
Santa Cruz. We watched sea otters diving for urchins and chomping them from their bellies while parasitic seagulls trailed them for scraps.
Deanna getting "inappropriate" with a mural.
While Deanna was frenching the mural Lindsay was being goosed by some guy on the coaster. How inappropriate!
"What? He felt Lindsays ass but not mine? Lemme get in there. Deanna, hold my leg up so he can grope me." Is Deanna placing a tab of acid on his tongue?
3-way cooch fisting orgy with spectators in public? Finally, we reached the pinnacle of inappropriate.
I'm missing the boat, I need to get in on this.
Lemme give this dolphin a beej too. Jerk that bottle-nose.
I fish-hooked a dude for making lewd comments.