Time for an epic tale of bird proportions. They had no plan, no direction, just an urgent need for toilet paper... Their flip flops and crocs took them on a trek across the mean pavement, nothing but a little change in their pocket and a little too much time on their hands. Then, the glowing blue sign, friendly but foreboding, beckoned to them. They stumbled through the automatic sliding doors of Wal-Martland (not before taking a quick detour through the dollar tree to get some survival essentials). 'Why are we here again?' they reflected, knowing full well the pressing need for a few rolls to get them through the weekend. But, being pidgins, they don't play by the rules. They do no such thing as waste good-earned money on toilet paper. In their never-ending quest of self-help, they made a few purchases with their toilet paper money, a few purchases that would shake up Gainesville that August night.

The rest of the journey was lost in a blur of aloe juice, flavored water bombs, and a very spiritual photo shoot.

The only way to end a night like this would have been to sing all their childhood songs the whole 2 mile walk home till their voices gave out. And that's just what they did.