here's an airplane crushing over the river while my poops and i strolled through the rugged waters in portland next to their place. gangst. it was a while ago.
here's an angel doing a boozer flip, almost. greg-o was tha last person i seen before my depart to spain. he called me from the airport as i was trying to find my gate, told me he was in the airport, and bought me a beer. thanks, greggy! this bud's for you!
missing in action as of late, frenchie bastard does a sweeper at the gauntlet.
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