the crew abondons ship in search of fire wood, a brief
moment of serenity
a weekend just thick with dudes and booze
you might ask, "just what in the hell are these
drunken morons up to?"
or "are they actually tying that rope to a huge log?"
god damned right buttercup. it's called "log skiing"
and so what if a houseboat only goes 10 mph or
that splinters the size of pencils hurt when spiked through
the forearm, this was definitely not
the dumbest thing we would do this weekend...
here, schuyler sees how far he can throw a rock,
all part of the first annual Midevil Olympics
that were held on an uninhabited island we
happened upon. Why? I'm not sure i can explain
that part, but there seems to be a direct
correlation between our behavior and that of
Neanderthals 200,000 years ago.
we followed this bald eagle for about four hours
one days only to get this blurry and out of focus
picture, in the grand tradition of Big Foot.
she was a sea worthy vessel, aye...
and the captain was tough, but fair
there wasn't much to eat some days...
but what we lacked in nourishment, we made
up for with love
and after the "big gay jump," we all felt a bit closer, in
ways that a woman would never understand.
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radical
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