Lets do the time warp...

The time warp was up on the coast. See - our friends were abalone diving. Apparently in 1996 the only way we primitive beings knew how to forage for food was to pry it off of rocks with metal bars. I say we in the collective sense as I did not get in the water. I later learned at hockey (hell yeah Amelia is playing hockey again!!!!!!!) that abalone diving is super dangerous and most people that do it get eaten by a shark or sucked into a much deeper time warp that pops them out somewhere in the dark period of the early '80s.

After this picture was taken, Chuck promptly skinned the dead quail and we ate its nuggets with our dinner of abalone, cookie dough, and magic beer.

Good job team. I don't know how we're going to top the debauchery of the past weekend. A barnyard animal may have to be involved.