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A poor imitation of "The Hat" |
The *ahem* Birthday Tree |
Steve tries to stare down an rogue clam. |
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Steve and Chooch race to squeeze out a fart, while an oblivious Kenny snaps yet another picture. |
Donny, Chooch and Karen |
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"Psst, Donny. What the hell is that smell?" |
Donny Suave and Karen |
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Here's their reaction to my request for a threesome. |
Pat enjoys the smell of his own armpit. |
Heather gets a handful of Steve's bitchtit. |
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While trying to count how many beers we've drank, both our brains locked up solid. |
Chooch tries to look intelligent with his glasses and all, but he fools nobody. |
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An uncensored look into Hacker's pickup technique. |
Dave figures a party is a perfect place to meditate. |
The lovely Heather strikes a pose. |
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A new game: Guess What Colour Heather's Bra Is? |
Only Chooch could pull off wearing a shirt this cool. |
"I can't even tie my own shoes" |
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Backdoor, Lynn and Leigh |
Heather and Leigh |
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Backdoor's moment of fame. He now has 14 minutes and 30 seconds left. |
That butt is just asking for a good spanking. |
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Me and my two favorite photo subjects |
Mmmm...so many babes... |