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![]() This Halloween, Lysa was dressed as a ladybug trainer, which was a pretty high-concept costume, unlike mine, which was of course, ballet princess. ![]() Joyce hugs Captain Party, knowing full well the risk of spontaneous party explosion. ![]() JL, Xjan, and I, partying just like real cowboys. ![]() I'm the King of Pop. Joyce is a zombie cheerleader cursed to cheer from beyond the grave. ![]() Due to moustache-related treachery, I don't know who this handsome stranger is. ![]() Bryan and I pick a fight. ![]() This photo shows the proper technique for advanced cockblasting. ![]() JL's and my lecture on the influential nature of modern abstract expressionism was ruined when we realized that what we thought was abstract expressionism was actually square dancing. ![]() Ka-BAM! ![]() When passion turns into betrayal, and desire becomes a weapon, you've crossed The Edge of Obsession, starring me and Kitty. ![]() Bye! Next Back to the Main Photo Album |
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