"We'll pay $10 to any man who will take all his clothes off!"

That's how Royboy & me made $10 each. Easy money...

"Do you experience frequent, persistent rectal itching?"

Ahhhhh, the swansong of kettle drums. Nothing says "Bahamas!" more.

"If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands! (but don't look at my package...)"

"I'm hiding and no one can see me! Ha-ha!"

Ok. A little explanation here. This was a performer at a restaurant where I got some unfilleted fish. This guy could juggle and eat fire, and bend way the hell over for the limbo. Because of his scanty clothing, Dio and I consistently found a reason to look the other way when he limbo'd in our direction.

"Go ahead sir. Touch my flaming rod. Touch it! Love it!"

The less said, the better.

Julie finds true love in some dummy....

"Finally, a man who speaks my language! He can't run away, and he's always rigid!"

"Well, Donna, you have the right attitude of a cabin boy, but you actually have to get in the barrel."

"Oops! I farted!"

Between the ants, the food, the laundry, the souvenirs, the sand, and the goat that Julie "liberated", the room was looking pretty nasty by Day 4.