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| We take the party limo from casino to casino. | Uh, nothing to see here folks. Move along. |
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| They serve a very special sort of alcohol here called "Mount Gay Rum". Keep this in mind for later. | Never mind the crosswalk and light were both red; it's late and popo's were watching. |
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| Duuu! | This McRib has personality. |
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| We woke up bright and early: 1pm. | Since we have our traditional Thanksgiving dinner later in the day, I spruce up in the Chancellor's finest. |
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| McDonald's: Breakfast of Champions. | The Legion Executives, reunited again. |
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| Lundin manages to always outclass us. | Legion resident JSMCBA joins with Derke to create an unstoppable force of destruction while Christine rolls her eyes. |
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| What is it about lawyers and the man-purses they carry? | Man, we look classy. We have to set an example for the rest of the Legion. |
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| Would I lie to you? | Ah, I'd recognize that ugly escalator room anytime. This must be Harrahs. |
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| The Siko, an elusive and mythical pale creature, has been rumored to be seen at Legion outings, but no substantive proof of his existence is known to exist. Here is one of the blurry photos claiming to have recorded his presence. | Engage! |
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| Lundin forgot to wear his redshirt. | Let the Staredown commence. |
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