4th of July Party

 

This is Jenn. She is cool. She's one of my favorite people. Here I'm napping. Ok, I'm passed out! No more drinking from Pippin's cup ever again!

Ok, I don't remember this, but at least they didn't dress me up or paint me like they sometimes do to Joe, who strangely is awake in this picture. Is that a sign of the upcoming apocalypse?

I told Robyn not to speak French, but Cara Mia, she is such a showoff!

And she tastes like veggie burgers! Nibble, nibble...mmmm...hay-flavored flesh...

Pie Haiku: Pie, yum, I like Pie. Pie is good, pie, pie, pie, pie. Yummy pie, like I.

 

This is what happens if you drink things that Pippin gives you. They might be fruity and yummy and pink, but they're often followed by a Pippin chaser!

This is earlier in the day, when I was still sober. Marion and I are joking around, now that we're friends and all I'm pretty much over Ko. Ah, Ko...

(to the tune of Copa Cabana) His name is Cory; he is a cut-ie, where fuzzy shirts abound and sliver dice are found... My name is Randy; I'm just a she-ep with lusty little thoughts and hoofs upon the ground... We are in love....   (Apologies to Cory and Barry Manilow)

 

As the night ends and the stars fall, I found myself curled up against the warm and, well this time, the very gentlemanly Quinn. Good night all!

 

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