Our new friends, Teams Balls to the Walls, enjoy a beverage or two with us. We love making new friends, but if they wear another Hawkeye sweatshirt into our camp, it's their ass. |
Xena. We saw, we like, we took. |
As Heidi enjoys her beer on the street in front of the local whitey, Steve and Damian continue their U2 infatuation. |
This is our new friend, Sutcher, er, Salamander, er, Sweaty, er, whatever the hell her name was. |
Rick safely escapes the horrors of the Dennis bus. Linda was not so lucky. I've never seen fear so pronounced upon a person's face. |
I don't know how to stop Steve, Heidi and Damian. They start off every damn day with a bloody mary. Betty Ford will be sent this picture (in addition to the hundreds they already have of these three). |
This did not impress the local Harley bikers. |
This little horsey was so cute that Linda had to steal him, wrap him in a wet paper towel and stuff him in her bike pack. Maybe that was frog? |