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Promised pictures

As promised in the last Discuss Amongst Yourselves:

Here's Katie, Ginny, Sarah, and yours truly, all looking very attractive on our way to White Trash Bash.





Bill as Alex. (Still not sure where he got the pants from. Tom Wolfe, maybe?)



And me, in my debut porn role as Chest Brockwell. I'll tell you something, I've never been crotch-grabbed so many times as I was this night. Stuff a banana down your pants, you'll make some friends is what I'm saying.

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Dave said…
For the record, these are the only two times I ever rocked the handlebar moustache.
12:04 am
Anonymous said…
Dude.
You rock it well.
12:43 am
Anonymous said…
For the record, I am even farther behind in my stupid novel writing.
12:44 am
Anonymous said…
Nothing beat the vest right next to Dave's super sneer.

Classic M&M technology.
9:07 am
kris said…
I'm setting the last one as my desktop image.
9:35 am
Isha said…
Your friend Ginny's whole white trash look is disturbingly...real.
9:38 am
Jay said…
Wow. You just stole a piece of my innocence that I will never, ever be able to get back.

And even a la trash, you're right about Sarah being out of your league :)
1:35 pm
Anonymous said…
Ouch.
So ouch.

But who am I?

Dave and I would be with each other if women didn't take pity on us.
4:30 pm
kris said…
You are a GOD, Dave, and don't you forget it.
12:15 pm
Omeaux said…
d00d, who hit my girlfriend....

;p
1:52 pm
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