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You need the Flash Player to hear the beets sucka. All this time. These memories. |
Quick! It's like that colored dot game they play on the jumbotron during the UH Football games... pick a color! Red, Green or blue? |
Hid out in the country this weekend. Finally recovered from the chest-flu-bug that's going around. Beware the chest-flu-bug. |
Poops was fun. So was the Insanities bodysurfing session. 1p on a Saturday and no one out? Rad. |
Oooh, it's looking good for green. |
But now red is coming back hot. |
Close only counts in horseshoes and hand-grenades. Green is da winnah bah! Cheehoo! |
Captain Morgan for the losers. Sheeebluuuuukia! |
The garden gets love when the country hideout is in effect. |
And a loved garden produces. |
Tomatoes! |
A trip to the Bowling Center. |
Huh? The military has some lame rules. Hotness not allowed. |
But they also have a pretty fun bowling alley. Although we can never quite remember where it is, or how to leave the base afterwards. |
Roads named after the alphabet shouldn't be so confusing. |
Snacks. |
Keep country creepy. |
80's cleavage. How was this not covered on the list of no-cans? Cans! |
Cosmic actions... |
...jacksons. |
We suck. |
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