So the recaps have been Fab. What else can I say. As my brain reels back in its grasp on life and my stomach expunges what is left of my DomRep parasite, I am left with the memories of a fantastic voyage filled with belly laughs and sun poisoning. I have smuggled these memories home like STDS in the foreskin. As I reflect back, I cannot pinpoint all of the goodtimes, but rather its more of a montage of some of the highlights from the trip. So let the purple montage borders of yesteryear's teen soaps enter your minds and enjoy. It begins with binge boozing on patron following check in to revelry at "the Boner." From sleazy co eds reenacting sleazy postcard pics to letting my hair down and getting down and dirty to a cardio funk step class. Open air cocktails at the lobby bar to sock hopping at the saddie hawkins with my two favorite Bobbi's (yeungling and prosser). Bozz lines in Bobbi's head to blackjack on acid. F*cking sweet golf shots and special friends laughing like team 7 on field day to BYOSIZZLE. Shotguns at the BK to double dates with the Fighting Sioux (and kapowski that uppity cu*t). The montage ends with mikey basketball somehow still drunker than a 13 year old at the wave shoving crumpled pesos in our drives pocket on the way the aeopuerto. annnnnnnd scene!
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wow. i can't believe i missed cardio funk step! i want a rerun at the wedding. with leg warmers.
i heart gay dolphins.
You Know it to all of that. Who knew you could carry so much in a foreskin. M. Shields and I workshoped up some events for the comming years.
Haiti in '08
Sudan in '09
Pack your spf and belly laughs. See you there.
Rusty looks damn fine on lounge chair manssaging himself on that beutiful stretch of beach. He is constatnly closing and all about being work.
super stoked i didn't have to do bracket calculus following last nite's games... anyone seen my highlighter?
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