Day.... Fourteen?: ????

Jill slurs: We still don't know where we are, but all the clocks are yellow. And the people are all, like.... peopley.

Oh gross, Bron just bazooka-barfed on my shoes.

Oh well. It happens to the best of us at one time or another.

I think we'd better go try to find some coffee. And maybe some corn chips.

And some ice cream. I want shrimp. Hey, Bron, can you imagine what shrimp ice cream would taste like?

Oh man. She just barfed on me again.

Bron Sez: Oh god... I feel dreadful... I really want to go home :(