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Brandon perches and contemplates why he wore those scrotum-huggin pants. |
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...puff... |
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Damn, I can be a smooth pappy sometimes. |
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Henry Clay: good taste, but little hard to smoke. |
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Jesus maintains his usual look of mild disgust. |
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No one ever said that ol' Justin was easy to look at.. |
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...but one thing's for sure... |
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....he sure could skate. |
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Crazy sonnovabitch. |
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A symbol of lost treasures. |
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We used to live there... |
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...but now we're just loitering vandals. |
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...the ol' 907 living room setup... |
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Jason never changes... |
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...nor does Aunt Jane... |
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...nor does Jamie. |
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(cough) |
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Christmas Eve: The spirit of giving. |
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Crazy Biotch |
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Jason goes about his normal routine. |
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My dashing cousin. |
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Sie spielen mein Videospiel zusammen. |
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My brother is reprimanded before the great eye of the camera. |
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Danny lurks symbollically over my dad's shoulders. |
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...the old man gulps down the old cough syrup. |
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always with a smile |
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Jeff's my lil bro...he's stinks, but he's alright. |
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$$$ |
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My grandfather. |
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...my poor, feeble mother... |
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Crazy, ol' Kathy...she's alright |
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goofy bastard...Mikey's cool too |
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Mikey's crib |
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JR and Jason halo the hell outta each other |
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Dec 31, 2001 |
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The couple of the house |
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...its so cute...they used to get along so well |
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I attend to my usual wild ranting. |
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Poser. |
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Marilyn waits patiently... |