"Aye, It's a kilt!"

Those wacky percussionists, I tell ya... And what happened to my hand?

Janae and a tree. Ironic?

National Rent-a-Family pulls through yet again.

Just before the wild swing dancing began, Kim and I  pause for poise.

What do you mean you forgot the tickets?

Two Dorks with a big Picture.

I can't feel my tounge... hey! I CAN'T FEEL MY TOUNGE!

After the fall of marxism, the russians invited a few friends over to "chill." (not pictured: Ivashko Miagkobrukhoi)

Are they going to hit each other? Could... This... Go... All... The... Way...? I DON'T KNOW MAN!

Will pimpin' at yell practice!

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Will dressed as a child molester, enticing a little scout named Bryan into my panel van.