Jos. A. Smith's black - and - white scratchboard illustrations of ghosts, bats, skeletons, witches, and mice
fairly dance off the page.
Not exact matches
With the sun sinking
fairly rapidly, we set
off back to our first stop — the party was now in full swing involving plentiful supplies of food of all sorts (including chocolate cake), drink and Breton
dancing.
Gerrard won't be leading his Liverpool team mates into battle again but he did a
fairly good job of leading them in a song and
dance routine up the escalator, singing the Kolo Toure song and showing
off some pretty decent moves.
There is a potentially ribald scene in which the duo try to bond with their 21 - year - old teammates by taking them to a strip club (one in which no clothing is taken
off, and, oddly, one in which z recurring Flashdance gag neglects to capitalize on), which leads to some
fairly tepid gags such as one of them (Brener, «Glory Daze») trying to pick up a stripper who is also one of the
dance instructors (Szohr, Piranha) at Google, and another involving one of the young men (Raphael) continuing to dry the ejaculation in his pants under a bathroom hand dryer before going out for more lap
dances.