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Chronicles of a Road Trip



A road trip begins.



Just in case you weren't sure, Al really does have bunk beds.



We're currently enjoying her floor, while she takes a quick smoke break.



Many hours later, we wound up at a Sheri's in southern Oregon.Trevallion is overjoyed.



Al however, is doing her best to make the most of the early morning eatery.



Sunrise in California. We got pulled over by the CHP shortly after.



I guess we weren't actually in California yet, since this mountain is still in Oregon. I think.



Here I am deomstrating the futility of the CHP's advice about cruise control. The only real way to not go fast is to not touch the gas pedal. We were going 90 at the time.



Trevallion happened to be driving a borrowed car. A GMC Jimmy Diamond Edition. Yes, you read that right; bling bling, yo.



Also spotted on the road was the Chevy Suburban Air Force Edition.



It was even more pimped out than the Jimmy.



"Here, hold the wheel!" "Why?" "Al's underwear is sticking out of her pants!"



Caught red handed.



Chillin' on the car, at a Rest Stop outside of SF.



Hangin' under the tree.



Ye olde Toll Bridge.



The Sentinels of the SF Harbor.



I don't care what anyone says, The Bay Bridge is just as impressive as Golden Gate.



Yes, UnnecessaryZ is that suave in person.



Pre-kickball.



These kids got there before us. I think they were way more offensive than we were though, go figure.



Becca has some nice knockers.



SG Member, I choose you.



Enough of that, let's go drink some beers.



Al agrees from the sidelines.



UnnecessaryZ faces off for a ping-pong fight to the death. Notice the goblet of crunk.



I am ready.



SupremePizzaMan up's the ante with his dual-weilding skills.



UnnecessaryZ needs a break. Al seemed comfy at the time.



The pornographer himself, FuckinEricAllen.



It's time for some serious curry.



SixSixty battles my blurry camera skills. Al gets in the way of our epic battle.



Requiem does his best to kill us softly with his words.



Lemonkid representing the northern sasquatch tribe.



Scopitone decides that fashionably late just means showing up after everyone else is drunk.



Obligatory bar shot.



Timmy, Al, and Scopitone party under a time-honored banner.



Home sweet hotel room.



The next day, we surf SG in the downtown Apple Store. Note the Genius Bar in the background for authenticity.



Flux enjoys some exquisite chocolate.



Maximillian ponders the milky death within.



Scopitone on the prowl for sugar.



I question the need for such expensive delicacies.



It's not a trip to California without some Palm Trees.



Dunx finally shows.



It's also not a trip to California without a trip to In-and-Out.



Obligitory walking shot. Don't wel all look cool.



This is where I spent my Prom Night. Next year, next year.



Dreammaker shows his scraggly face once more.



SG invades The Pork Store. It's time for Bloody Mary's, and lots of greasy food.



As part of our relaxing afternoon watching movies at Timmy's house, this came on screen. Hilarity ensued.



The comdey continued.



You must be this tall to ride this Al.



For some reason this sign was really funny. I was pretty tired though.



Nothing like some spicy mediterranian food for dinner.



Ron Burgundy does exist.



If you're not old enough, too fucking bad.



This is pretty self-explanitory.



We got back to Portland, and I fell asleep on the bunk beds. Now, it's breakfast time,



Ravenous hunger.



Dunx watches in awe.



A picture of a picture.



Al cooks dinner.



The beagle had fun with it's new toy. For a short while.



Time to catch up on the mail from the weekend.


And that my friends, is how it's done.

PS: We ride spinnas, and they don't stop.