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(7/1/2006) Adam and Steve, doing their best impression of Chia-Wei. Take that, my photo album!
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(7/1/2006) Steve the psychologist doing his most Freudian impression of a man pulling on a silhouette target's lethal, metal phallus.
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(7/1/2006) Our hero smoking a quality spanish cigar and drinking some Macallan. Now that's a fine scotch with a faintly fruit taste.
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(7/1/2006) I decided to include this picture of Josh... because I didn't get any better pictures of him.
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(7/1/2006) I tried to convince Alanna that Mike was an unlicensed abortion practitioner and therefore was too shady for one of the feminine persuasion to spend more time with than it takes to turn and run away. She said, "I've hung out with shadier."
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(7/1/2006) Steve on blowing smoke rings: "The best way I can describe it is to hold your mouth like you're sucking a dick... then push the air out with your tongue." Nice, Steve.
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(7/2/2006) Justin's in-laws invited me and the GMAN over for a traditional Russian dinner: complete with much vodka and some great food! Justin is sitting to my left.
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(7/2/2006) Viktor and the GMAN had a little too much fun sharing war stories. Despite the motion-blur, this sends the message.
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(7/3/2006) Nate, Mike Z., and Mike O posing in front of... a big chicken. Grandpa's Growler adds a bit of tackiness to all of our lives.
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(7/3/2006) We got bored and decided some illegal gambling was in order. Dave with the beer, Mikes fighting for the title, "Mike", and Nate waving some bills.
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(7/3/2006) Still stabbin'.
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(7/3/2006) Left to right: Lara, Spoony, Rupert the dog, Mike Z., Nate, Dave and Mike O.
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(7/3/2006) Let's not forget me and my cigar! Its smoke decided to make an appearance.
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(7/4/2006) We went to the G-Man, not to be confused with the GMAN. Nate, Spoony and Mike Z.
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(7/4/2006) Good times were all about. Mike O., myself, and Dave.
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(7/4/2006) Spoony, Mike Z., and Mike O. You can see that their scars have healed well since the knife fight.
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(7/1/2006) Jon kept getting tired and avoiding the camera! This is the only picture I got of his face all weekend, despite hanging out with him on three separate instances. He of course had to stop and consider the purchase of a classic car near one of his old hometowns, Butler.
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(7/1/2006) Ah, my old back yard. If only we could still have fires in it (the neighbors called the cops every time we would start a little fire in a circle of stones in my back yard and so we have no choice.) Adam reminesces of the good old days while drinking some whiskey from a plastic cup.
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