Around the Town in Radnor, PA

This is just a bunch of photos taken over the course of a few typical summer nights.

Scott Grossman likes orange sherbert Flinstones Push-Up Pops. He gets a spot on my awesome list. I sniped a picture up Neal's shirt! We went to South Street where I got this bad-ass neck tat. You'll notice the dolphin has a strangly enlogated tail. I don't know what that means, but it's there. Neal ate Old Bears.

Reb had been upset lately, so Matt did a lot of thinking and narrowed her problem down to one thing - lack of cake. So he got her one with a cheerful message on it. Matt presents Reb with the cake. Reb was eager to dig in. yum.

What is this, a thumb licking party? I took as many unflattering pictures of people enjoying the cake as possible. Adam comes out with us sometimes. Adam also sometimes thinks he's a monkey. Here's Adam's new haircut, from above. He's got TWO cowlicks!

Later on at Minellas, Reb and Lee went wild and were doing this erotic biting ritual. (By the way, wearing a Minellas shirt at Minellas? Serious fashion faux pas, Lee. That's like wearing the shirt of the band your going to see at the concert.) Then they kissed! It was awesome. Reb and Lee continued the ritual by picking eachother's noses. A pretty typical shot of our table at Minellas. You got your water, you got your coffee and you got your America Spirit.

If you look real close, you can see a bunny. I was going to kill it, but Kate Dean told me not to, so I didn't. I built a Lincoln-Log type construction out of Reb's cigarettes. don't break the ice! Sometimes at night we go to the new and pointless park on Lancaster Ave. Hayden decided to climb the fountain. Eww... (I call the quarters!)

I took Reb into the basement and killed her violently. Since I had ripped our her tongue so she couldn't talk, she tried to sign for help by spelling it out in fries. Alas, it was too late, for now she is dead. Everybody looked at the pictures from the shore. So much straps...! We went park-hopping. This is the Dig Area, in case you were looking for it. Neal and I squeezed our overgrown bodies onto the children's bouncy rider things. I swear I used to fit into these, but I doubt if Neal ever did.

Hayden attempts a Devil's acid grind on the seasaw - Neal and Reb love it. Hayden stuffed inanimate (and animate) objects into the hole in her crotch. Lovely. This is what the world looks like to Neal Swisher. Lee offers Neal a forkfull of the most disgusting combination ever. Katsup covered slaw. Oh god, I'm going to vomit.

Lee works at Wawa with Will Midget. Ha! (although, it does have it's perks - she scored me one of those awesome red shirts!) I doodled on a napkin. Oh my god, look how many people we knew were at Minellas. It was the largest single gathering ever. BG (not Dennis) hated us. This key unlocks the Cancer potential in cigarettes.

Da-ha.

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Scott Grossman likes orange sherbert Flinstones Push-Up Pops. He gets a spot on my awesome list.	I sniped a picture up Neal's shirt!	We went to South Street where I got this bad-ass neck tat. You'll notice the dolphin has a strangly enlogated tail. I don't know what that means, but it's there.	Neal ate Old Bears.

Reb had been upset lately, so Matt did a lot of thinking and narrowed her problem down to one thing - lack of cake. So he got her one with a cheerful message on it.	Matt presents Reb with the cake.	Reb was eager to dig in.	yum.

What is this, a thumb licking party?	I took as many unflattering pictures of people enjoying the cake as possible.	Adam comes out with us sometimes. Adam also sometimes thinks he's a monkey.	Here's Adam's new haircut, from above. He's got TWO cowlicks!

Later on at Minellas, Reb and Lee went wild and were doing this erotic biting ritual. (By the way, wearing a Minellas shirt at Minellas? Serious fashion faux pas, Lee. That's like wearing the shirt of the band your going to see at the concert.)	Then they kissed! It was awesome.	Reb and Lee continued the ritual by picking eachother's noses.	A pretty typical shot of our table at Minellas. You got your water, you got your coffee and you got your America Spirit.

If you look real close, you can see a bunny. I was going to kill it, but Kate Dean told me not to, so I didn't.	I built a Lincoln-Log type construction out of Reb's cigarettes.	don't break the ice!	Sometimes at night we go to the new and pointless park on Lancaster Ave. Hayden decided to climb the fountain. Eww... (I call the quarters!)

I took Reb into the basement and killed her violently. Since I had ripped our her tongue so she couldn't talk, she tried to sign for help by spelling it out in fries. Alas, it was too late, for now she is dead.	Everybody looked at the pictures from the shore. So much straps...!	We went park-hopping. This is the Dig Area, in case you were looking for it.	Neal and I squeezed our overgrown bodies onto the children's bouncy rider things. I swear I used to fit into these, but I doubt if Neal ever did.

Hayden attempts a Devil's acid grind on the seasaw - Neal and Reb love it.	Hayden stuffed inanimate (and animate) objects into the hole in her crotch. Lovely.	This is what the world looks like to Neal Swisher.	Lee offers Neal a forkfull of the most disgusting combination ever. Katsup covered slaw. Oh god, I'm going to vomit.

Lee works at Wawa with Will Midget. Ha! (although, it does have it's perks - she scored me one of those awesome red shirts!)	I doodled on a napkin.	Oh my god, look how many people we knew were at Minellas. It was the largest single gathering ever. BG (not Dennis) hated us.	This key unlocks the Cancer potential in cigarettes.

Da-ha.