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Lisa Gail and Kirk have perfected the two faces I usually put on to get through Dani's stories. |
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Looks like a member of the Cratchit family showed up. |
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Chris explains to the rest of the crowd what a boobie feels like in case they want to put one on their xmas list. |
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Beth drops off presents, but rather than milk and cookies, she prefers pâté and white wine. |
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When stalking your dinner, it is always a good idea to wear camo. |
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"And then I grabbed her boobie like this." |
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For anyone who knows her: Katie wants a pair of these for xmas. |
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The stockings weren't the only thing hung, eh, you sly dog you! |
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Red wine has facilitated more bad pairings than Chuck Woolery. |
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Apparently someone spiked the wine with Jager. |
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Marriage: Grin and bear it. |
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Or not. |
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Stalemate: Looks like no one is going to do the dishes. |
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Beth's shoes always match whatever she accessorizing with. |
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Put the wagon under the tree, ladies. Ginger just fell off it. |
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He doesn't look it here, but Kirk was so drunk he was actually hitting on his own wife. |
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The stands were packed in anticipation of the Rock, Paper, Scissors competition to come. |
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"Buffet? Really? Oh. We were wondering what was up with the service." |
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Continue to Part II |