There were no interventions. We opted instead for a ride in the Ass. Forest.
It was awesome. Very awesome.
At the klubhaus, we chatted some with Red, the bearded one. There was talk of flyovers. And the BF told us a story about how he was nearly beaten up over the weekend.
The tunes sucked.
Wednesday, December 07, 2011
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Super good times.
Remember when that little cute puppy was a ravenous wolf looking for it's first kill of the evening?
That could have sucked.
Good thing it was a scared cute little puppy.
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