| |
Navigation | |
|
| | |
 |  |
|
|
| Here's the Doug Little Folk | YARRRRRR!! That be the finest pirate booty i ever saw!! Us getting waaaaay too carried away playing pirates. | |
|
|
 |  |
|
|
| Lane, his hat says "not retarded" but i think we all beg to differ. | Cap'n Eric, the Destroyer of perfectly fine vessels | |
|
|
 |  |
|
|
| Commodore Manda and her first mate, Eric. Who sank her flagship shortly thereafter. | 16 men on a dead man's chest...yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!! | |
|
|
 |  |
|
|
| AAAHH!! Ryan has a potato cannon!! | Andrea, Mike, the two Ryans and I chillin at Buckhorn lake, shootin' the breeze, quite literally with the cannon. | |
|
|
 |  |
|
|
| Andrea lookin sexy | Mike returning to his caveman roots | |
|
|
 |  |
|
|
| Woah! Ian is getting some sweet action here. Wait a sec... that's Ryan! And Andrea!! WTF?? | A successful scavenger hunt, we aquired several construction signs, some port-a-potty door handles, some hot chicks phone number, and a talking garden gnome. NOt to mention the inflatable boobs. | |
|
|
 |  |
|
|
| Eric The Impaler | Andrea Concentrating | |
|
|
 |  |
|
|
| Lane, doens't he look like he should be wearing a helmet or something? | Again, I am beginning to believe that Lane has some kind of disorder. |
|
|
 |  |
|
|
| Natalie!! | Liz, the writer of the good stuff. | |
|
|
 |  |
|
|
| Natalia in all her velcro glory | Andrea and I in a former life were arch enemy sumo wrestlers. | |
|
|
 |  |
|
|
| That's a hot ass. | Mike, another piece of hot ass. | |
|
|
 |  |
|
|
| It's Heather!! | Andrea and her brilliant smile | |
|
|