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my trip home wasn't nearly long enough


i was whisked from the airport to the best margarita EVAR (at seasons) to fortify myself for adventures to come


we were going to fuck the shit out of bears


so we ventured forth intrepidly.


crossing dangerous waters


hopping across islands


making grand gestures (clue: david is a woman from the 1940s wearing a red dior dress, surreptitiously eying sailors)


sticks and stones did not in fact break david's bones


where are the snacks?


umm, nature and shit

other events of note:

fran found heaven


my sister weed-whacked clara. i KNOW!! right? that bitch (sister, not clara, well, technically clara. but i digress).


hello, my treacherous friends


penguins are the new mice