July 6, 2004
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A Saturday with Rachel is never a Saturday wasted.
Unless you count the two hours we spent throwing rocks at a log. Here is by far the best part of our escapades.
The Mattress Ranch
There is nothing like sharing moments of quiet reflection with a painted duck.
Contrary to popular belief, it's hard to fit Rachel into a raised chicken coop with a plastic chicken.
I seemed to have misplaced my lasso.
Obviously my favorite. It's hard to tell the difference, with the matching big breasts and all, but I'll tell you: Rachel is the one without spots.
A prime senior photo if I ever saw one.
And not so much.
Is it any wonder she turned out like she did?
I can't even win a staring contest with a fake squirrel.
Not only am I hot, I'm cool too. And not only was the parking lot under video surveillance, it was under people surveillance too.
I couldn't disappoint such a handsome googly-eyed cow.
Et voila. We're SO hot.
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ya know, we really are.
and i'd like to take this moment to insert a word of truth: contrary to popular belief, i was NOT shit out of a cow. AND my breasts are way bigger than that cow's teat.
wait... do you hear that?
...
it's the sound of...
MAT MAKING ME SOME MOTHERF*#!@(^ COOKIES!
either that, or the neighbors are out on their nightly weevil hunt. stupid neighbors.
PS in the above pictures, i was unshowered. pretty hard to tell, eh?
Hahahaha! Those are great.
(yea, I actually laughed when I saw those. And it sounded kind of evil. Whoops)
BAAAAAHA you guys are amazing--can the three of us hang out, like NOW?? Well not now...but soon? Calll meeeeee...
NOTE: I really like that sweater.
What... no pictures of calling Canada at 2am/11pm at night? You should have at least included the pics of you sitting on the ground rocking back and forth complaining that you have to pee!
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