Which meant that we were free to use the table decorations as props in hand-job jokes without having to worry about offending other patrons! When our waiter came back out after clearing the table, we were certain that he was going to politely usher us out, but instead, he asked us if we were interested in dessert!
On Sunday afternoon I raced to the NerdStore to buy motherfucking Halo2! (While Mary's friend revealed her hidden inner-dork by stroking the MasterChief's, um, hardware.)
I was trying to snag a shot of Emily-Betty giving her brand-new underaged friend a lil' luggage rubbing through his jeans but I mis-fired and only managed to get a hint of what was going on in the frame. By the time my flash re-charged, she was privy to what I was doing and stopped her naughty behavior. Scandalous!
