Indian Beach. Doesn't it make you think of the Taj Mahal and palak paneer?
Some kid arranged all his toys into a row. I didn't know whether I should mess his toys up or photograph them. So, I did both. But, I made sure to photograph them first.
Watch as I spray methyl tertiary-butyl ethyl straight into this lake by way of this personal watercraft! Behold the glorious erection that comes with environmental rape! This is my own little Exxon Valdez!
We couldn't resist the magnetism of the drunk "bros" and "shorteez", so we headed back for another day of drinking and free comedy at nearby Bro-stock. Notice the Red Bull sea-plane in the sky.
Laura joined us. This is her being belligerent.
And this is her being rowdy. She's really versatile.
Dudes tried to sell hot dogs and hamburgers from their pontoon boat.
Boris, in true form, videotaped everything and then some. I bet someday he's going to edit all this footage into some amazing movie that captures all the best parts of our lives. But, until then, having the video camera in our faces all the time mostly makes all his friends want to choke him like a pony.
Drowning is SO HOTT!
Upon returning to the cabin, Adam made sure to protect his testicles from attacks by Boris and I. How could anyone NOT smash and defile his testicles? Have you seen the way they're dressed?
The little shop at Indian Beach.
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