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It's been a while since I've had a big picture update, so I figured it's about time.



Summer begins.



A sunny Sunday drive.



With a car full of hotness.



Inadvertantly hot.



She and I have the same birthday. So we threw a party. Our theme? Where as little as possible.



Date rape?



This sailor hat the tightest pair of pants I've ever seen.



Mog feigns interest.



But I know what he's really interested in.



At some point I relinquished control of the camera. There is a suspicious amount of ass on my camera from that point on.



She fell over?



The sailor is quick to assist. Such a good soul.



Satisfied, indeed.



See what I mean about ass?



I am caught unawares.



The schoolgirls invade.



We give them a warm welcome.



Jeff is lacking beer, but never lacking class.



Candy anyone?



I think Jeff found more beer.



I am totally not high. Or wasted.



Innocence. I'm not sure what was in that cup, but the next dozen or so pictures are of a bunch of topless girls running up and down the halls.



Happy birthday indeed. One of my presents was that gnarly sunburn.



The crew, in full effect. I even wore my best bikini top.



My favorite little lesbians.



Not the sunburn!



It seemed like a good idea at the time.



"That guy with the camera? What a fag."



Purple thongs and neon green wigs deserve spankings.



Yeah, that's me.



Kendall's interesting interpretation of "wear as little as possible".



A friendly reminder: Do not pass out at a party.



This might be my favorite picture of the night.



Dane wanted to lay on the other breast. She wasn't convinced.



Peace out, he says. Word.