I have the Bubonic Plague, but it doesn’t really matter because it’s been so goddamn nice here lately there’s no way I could feel bad about anything. Here are some pictures from Easter weekend and so on, spanning the Kingman rock ‘n roll ice cream party, skinny-dipping, some tripping hippies and the spawn of satan for whom I baby-sit. Cred to Anya who was my clicking parter in crime for some of these pictures.
Rootbeer keg, seriously!
Easter dinner with a bunch of hell-bound pervs
On the way to midnight skinny-dippin’ at Hearst
We had to break into the ROTC building to get to the pool. Total relief when no one was inside
Fuckin’ Tim is the resurrected Christ walking on water
I taught them how to make towel-turbans. Tim was flashing peace like a menacing Ghandi, Alex thought it made him look hard, and I was pretending mine was a horse mane
Kingpin at 2 am is the best place to be if you aren’t vegan
Literally right out of the glazer
For Bryan! Because he gave us the pic with the beard and we know how much he likes fixies with brakes, ha!
Today was Bicycle Day which is the anniversary of the first time someone took acid. All these people were tripping and then smoking pot with a magnifying glass. Tiiiight
Margaret sleeps in her Catholic school uniform and tells me she is “gifted.”
James is an asshole, and he made me do a flip over the tree branch and then told me that it wasn’t “fabulous.” Sucks
There’s been a lot of nudity everywhere lately. Sunny days melt people’s clothes off or something, and if this site wasn’t pg-13, Anya could give me some pretty dirty (but classy!) photos of everyone who has been naked to put on here. Maybe I’ll photoshop some censor bars on the titties and dicks or something.