Andy does his version of the expression that Fatty pulls in almost every picture taken of him (Andy loves to tell the story about how Dave ruined his wedding photo album by making this face in every picture taken of him...even in the group pics. Hahahaha).
Oh, you thought I was just being funny when I capitalized ROKK on the last page? Ninja, please! Check out Fatty bringing the pain (whilst fisting a king can of Sappora, no less).
Before you read the following story - take a good, long look at this photo. Ok, ready? So after finishing his lunch, Fatty goes to the bathroom when he comes out, he asks Liz and I "Hey, why can't you flush the toilet if there's a train in the station?"
Me: "Huh?" Fatty: "There's a sign hanging in the bathroom. It says "Don't flush if train is at station." Me: "Oh, well train toilets used to empty out onto the tracks so when a train was in the station, they didn't want people flushing the toilets which would cause the entire train station to reek like shit and piss." Fatty: "Really?" Me: "Yeah, it was like that back in the day." Fatty: "Huh, that's neat."
--thirty seconds of silence--
Fatty: "So wait, why can't you flush the toilets in here?"
I tried explaining that the sign was there because the entire restaurant was decorated in a "train motiff," but Fatty didn't believe me. He told us that after he'd peed, he kept looking out the window for a trainstation to see if there was a train in it. Hahaha. In the end, I had to call our waitress over and get her to corroborate my explanation.
On the lam from the firework incident, they spotted a Dunkin' Donuts and popped in for a quick treat. (Make sure to take note that Fatty's making the exact same "Fatty's excited face" in four pictures in a row. Hahaha).
After getting Charlie situated at my house, Grant, Fatty and I suddenly got hit by "The Crave" (and uncontrollable lust for thin, onion-steamed, definitely not Grade-A beef patties). So we hopped a cab (yes, we actually took a cab) from the East Village up to 33rd and 5th Ave to go to White Castle.
Hey ladies, how'd you like to see that face right at the end of sex? Hoo-ah! I met up with Fatty, Grant and Charlene (still in town visiting from London) from some tasty brunch at the Midnight Cafe.