I accidentally took a video (avi, 168 KB) of Breakfast Steve walking. It's not very interesting, if you want to watch it, it's here. Smaller than all the images on this page. Not that it matters, since I have my own server and 20 gigs to kill.
Breakfast Steve carried on the torch by taking a new generation of kids down to Marioland. Because Who was not there, it could not be called a tea party. But it was very similar. Therefore, it was a bootleg tea party.
Most of his friends were like 15. He was 18. I was 21. I've never felt so old in my life.
Forgotten these kids' names.
Hell, I've forgotten the names of everybody involved. Except me and Breakfast Steve. I must be getting senile in my old age.
Hey! There's Ross! I remember Ross!
The bag party! I remember the bags. They have these bag dispensers so as to encourage people to clean up after their dogs.
Naturally it was only a matter of time until they became stylish attire.
And it escalated from there.
Now the kids are tryin' it.
What bad role models we are.
Somehow this expression is less amusing when it's in the center.
We weren't sure why the water was green, but I for one was not so thrilled by it.
If I had a dollar for every time I've taken this exact picture, minus the green water, I'd have a lot of dollars
I almost deleted this picture because its scope is inferior to that of the picture below, but I enjoy his facial expression.
It rolled over so we could pet its belly.
What is not pictured, in the middle here before returning to Marioland, is our trip to Horton Plaza all decked out in Doggy Doo bags. I don't know why I didn't get any pictures of that, 'cause it was awesome.
I vaguely remember some sort of crazy shit going down here involving the cone and a lot of water, but the details escape me.
Oh! Don't get in the water!
Oh right, he got the cone. Somebody threw it in the water. The Continuing Adventures Of The Road Cone.
I appreciate your sacrifice. I salute you.
Is he threatening to pull down his pants?
Alright, I think we've seen enough.