Rag, as usual, with a big mouthful of Stoyve's cum
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Boyz in the wood
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M. Parshall checking to see if he's worn it down to a nub yet
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Sark with the inaugural Mudshark trophy
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Plintabres (unt Bobbio?) caught in act of tlying to stear shilts
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Gloup photo
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Oh Bahbbio...
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Hugh, Ar, Hemi, Plintabres. Such a strong team.
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Too blurry to tell (just like the rest of us). Looks like Chandler out of uniform.
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Scrot, Big Ed, Slackett (looks like a shoo-in for Cabin Hair), Bahbbio, Sauce
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Sark slackening up his mouth. Also Hemi and Bambi.
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Hugh, Fisk, and Sark in the background (where you don't want him, if'n ye catch me drift)
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M. Parshall at Meadowmont - looking more like his bro every day
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Ben Hogan turns over in his grave
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Hey, who bit off my middle finger? I told ya what would happen if those Apaches got a whiff of it.
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Bambi, Gak, Quicksilver, Phir
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Mike
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Bahbbio (cutting the cheese again), Rag, Quicksilver
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Blandt, Bahbbio, Ar practicing loogies-in-the-face
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That limey fuck, and Tommy
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Beer and orange juice - breakfast of champions
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Rag, M. Parshall, Plinting, Bahbbio, Sauce, Quicksilver, Ar
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Bozo on the Rag
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The one-cheek sneak
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Rag's wrist in mid flick
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Do you mind if I touch your breast?
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Practice, practice, practice
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