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Parker - Monkeying around in my back seat! |
London - "Get a picture of me reading!" |
They're remarkably well-behaved when you point a camera at them. |
Poor Todd. Logan didn't tell him we were coming, and then he wasn't here to meet us. We were a surprise for Todd. |
Oh, and here comes Jeff, secret-devil-sign at the ready. |
Todd eases up so Jarrin takes over casting the spurious glances at people. |
London and Parker team up at the upright 'Aliens' videogame in the living room! |
A night-shot of Nicollet Avenue, looking south from Logan/Todd's house. |
A particularly doll-like Demi nursing her poison-o'-choice in a sports bottle. |
Courtney and Erika breeze in to get this party started! |
Christel arrives and is greeted by a blinding flash. |
Ashley presents the huge-ass salmon she intends to grill. |
You name it, Ryan's cool with it. Whatever. You know. |
Awww, it's Ursula! |
A particularly regal Troy commands the scene. |
This is Savannah, Aimee's daughter. (Head is being tilted to showcase her gassy smile.) |
And this is Aimee. (Head is being tilted to... naah, too easy.) |
The life of every party, the twin cauldrons of fire and smoke. |
The motley assortment of KFG'ers begins to unwind on the porch, despite the nippy weather. |
Hide in that bad-ass hood, Court-Court. |
No Girlz Alloud! This Meens YOU! |
Grilled salmon, hot links, and a bottle of Moose Drool. Kings wish they had it so good. |
Alas: flowers, like the flower of youth, wither and die... wither and die... |
Repairing to the living room, we peruse an unusual find... |
...a 15y.o. Peruvian girl's skull, inherited from a neighbor. (Shot displays upper jaw and spinal hole.) |
Tonight we drink for tomorrow we may die! |
Circumradiant Logan! |
Logan, shortly before snapping at the photographer for taking so many damn photos. |
"Yes? Can I help you?" |
Quick, shoot the little girl! |
Now use the 2-D overhead radar to guess when things are going to lunge at you in the sidescroller! |
A quick blast to the thorax and the elevator cables are safe! |
Screw the eggs: blast the alien-queen to kingdom come! |
Frustrated with inadequate human partners, Logan runs both controls by himself. |
And now a cute little song-and-dance from Parker and London! |
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