Sadly, I do not yet have the appropriate icon for this! Bill lulzy faces will have to suffice.
Okay, off to Ohio tomorrow! I will do my best not to update again until I am in Columbus. Until then -- first, Weta is freaking awesome, and two, the below is for orlanstamos, on request:
Five times Skinny Sisk pulled lulzy faces without realizing it (If you can narrow it down to five)
1) He actually only had one face the night he lost his virginity, but it was over so quickly that he had to seize the opportunity to make some more.
2) "Okay, the way this is going to work is this: Christenson, you take Dukeman and head around back to set up a base of fire. Perconte, you and Luz and Sisk are going to execute a right flanking movement from behind this line of trees. Hoobler, Blithe, you're with me on covering fire. Now everyone remember your objective: we're going to be vulnerable to snipers as we go in through-- Skinny, where in God's name did your mouth go?"
3) Liebgott couldn't help himself: he'd been staring for the better part of the past hour. "Hey," he whispered to Alley, who was padding by. "Hey, Moe, come look at this."
Alley squatted down at the edge of the foxhole. "What'm I looking at?"
"Watch this," Liebgott said quietly. Alley frowned.
"It's Skinny."
"Just watch this fuckin' kid sleep, all right?"
As if on cue, Skinny twitched. They both went still, totally focused on maintaining the peace. Webster wandered by. "Hey, fellas, what's going on?"
"Shh!" Liebgott didn't even turn around.
"Oh my God," Alley breathed, rapt.
Webster knitted his brow. "What's going on, guys? What are we watching?"
Liebgott grinned. "He's dreaming. Some show, huh?"
In his sleep, Skinny sighed, stretched and grinned.
4) "That ain't it, that ain't it at all!"
"That's right, Skinny, you tell it like it is!" Perconte called out, and Muck nearly hit his nose on the table, he was laughing so hard.
Bill leaned sideways toward Babe. "You seen this yet?"
Babe shook his head. "No, I haven't."
Bill smirked. "Get a load of this. This is Skinny Sisk. Toccoa guy, from West Virginia. He's got this story about our first XO and a train, and we all heard it a million times already. But the trick is, you don't listen to what he's saying. Just watch his face. Pick eyes or mouth: you can't do both at once or you'll choke on something. I could piss myself laughing every damn time."
"No kidding," said Babe, smiling but not entirely convinced.
When Babe finally popped his train story cherry, he didn't need any more convincing. Skinny, for his part, got bought three whole rounds for his performance, particularly his Sobel imitation, and the drink only made the ensuing stories better.
5) The strippers in London were actually Bull Randleman's idea. They aren't the focus of most of the pictures, though.
Five times Skinny Sisk pulled lulzy faces without realizing it (If you can narrow it down to five)
1) He actually only had one face the night he lost his virginity, but it was over so quickly that he had to seize the opportunity to make some more.
2) "Okay, the way this is going to work is this: Christenson, you take Dukeman and head around back to set up a base of fire. Perconte, you and Luz and Sisk are going to execute a right flanking movement from behind this line of trees. Hoobler, Blithe, you're with me on covering fire. Now everyone remember your objective: we're going to be vulnerable to snipers as we go in through-- Skinny, where in God's name did your mouth go?"
3) Liebgott couldn't help himself: he'd been staring for the better part of the past hour. "Hey," he whispered to Alley, who was padding by. "Hey, Moe, come look at this."
Alley squatted down at the edge of the foxhole. "What'm I looking at?"
"Watch this," Liebgott said quietly. Alley frowned.
"It's Skinny."
"Just watch this fuckin' kid sleep, all right?"
As if on cue, Skinny twitched. They both went still, totally focused on maintaining the peace. Webster wandered by. "Hey, fellas, what's going on?"
"Shh!" Liebgott didn't even turn around.
"Oh my God," Alley breathed, rapt.
Webster knitted his brow. "What's going on, guys? What are we watching?"
Liebgott grinned. "He's dreaming. Some show, huh?"
In his sleep, Skinny sighed, stretched and grinned.
4) "That ain't it, that ain't it at all!"
"That's right, Skinny, you tell it like it is!" Perconte called out, and Muck nearly hit his nose on the table, he was laughing so hard.
Bill leaned sideways toward Babe. "You seen this yet?"
Babe shook his head. "No, I haven't."
Bill smirked. "Get a load of this. This is Skinny Sisk. Toccoa guy, from West Virginia. He's got this story about our first XO and a train, and we all heard it a million times already. But the trick is, you don't listen to what he's saying. Just watch his face. Pick eyes or mouth: you can't do both at once or you'll choke on something. I could piss myself laughing every damn time."
"No kidding," said Babe, smiling but not entirely convinced.
When Babe finally popped his train story cherry, he didn't need any more convincing. Skinny, for his part, got bought three whole rounds for his performance, particularly his Sobel imitation, and the drink only made the ensuing stories better.
5) The strippers in London were actually Bull Randleman's idea. They aren't the focus of most of the pictures, though.