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The grills are alit. |
We haven't even started drinking, and already Jarrin and Jeff are getting blurry. |
Respectively pensive and numb with hunger, jodi and Nichole wait for things to get underway. |
Christel kicks back with a highball. |
What th-!?... The camera refuses to cooperate with Courtney. |
Courtney and Ashley present their "cheesy beer commercial" pose. |
Ryan, Christel, and Jeff trade stories about when they were so hungry... oh wait, that's right now! |
Erika is about to show where the fire department hit her in the shoulder with a live firehose at a political demonstration. |
Shrouded in mystery and low-light exposure, Ursula contemplates. |
Ah, there she is! Better in focus, with a big Nichole on her tummy. |
Why, it's Abby and Ash! (How come we use his online handle but her real name..?) |
Christel and Ashley are, uh... looking away. At things. |
Erika just does not know how to explain this evening. |
Mike leaps into the fray, demonstrating the feared "Bosnian Nostril-Shot." |
Demi's looking awfully cozy with whatever's she's got mixed in that mug. |
Blinded by the stars, Jarrin vengefully constructs his telescope. |
Aww, some lil' cowboy's had too much fun and is plumb tuckered out! |
Ursula and Ashley lead the group in a rousing roundelay! |
Having forsaken tobacco, Ursula smokes souls trapped in parchment instead. |
Click on the picture and see if you can spot where Ryan chomped down on Courtney's hand! |
It must be late: here's Martin and Sasha! |
And now a cute little movie featuring Demi making a monkey-noise! |
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