Manhands and T-bones
That Mitch sure falls down easy. Brody barely pushed him, and he just went down like a sack of mushy potatoes. Is that what it means to be surrendered to the Lord, or something?
Over at Sagi-Capricorn, or whatever, Langston is ogling the decorations while Markkkko tells her how pretty she looks. And then a deep voice of ultimate hotness chimes in with how “muy caliente” she looks. Seems that Ford has a better idea.