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A weekend in Iowa City starts with partying with the Comers. It's just like RAGBRAI: we're drinking, our bikes are outside the bar, we're in the bar, we're drinking.
"When I grow up I want to be a bread-wanting stud muffin like my daddy," said the youngest Comer. |
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The boy has his daddy's eyes. Hopefully not his liver. (Shirt in background was not planned) |
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Later that night Bryan and I go in search of some construction work. |
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Bryan finds some new friends. |
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I'm looking at some new friends. |
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Who keeps putting these beers in my hand and Bryan's leg in the chick's |
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These Hawkeye LT are so easy to pick up |
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With all of these girls swarming around me (and a Husker win in the books) how could this weekend go bad? [This is called foreshadowing folks] |