Xing the line, again

Along the way, we crossed the equator and once again, tortured a few pollywogs.  They were judged, sentenced, force-fed some medicine (think oyster sauce, pesto, chili paste, strawberry sauce and vinegar), then bathed (in the foulest shit known to man), head shaved, humiliated, forced to lick mayonnaise out of the baby's bellybutton (oh joy!), then covered in custard.  Afterward, we had a BBQ.