barbeque at gal's was pretty chill. we completely fucked up the food, so we had to eat most of it before the girls came out and found out how incompetent we were. of course they didn't understand our noble and self-sacrificing motives and complained that we were inconsiderate bastards. pfft, silly girls...
and then, lunch with the coolest group of people in the universe. group a rocks!
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goddam! what have we here...?
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omg it's snags from hell!
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and what are these... things? (hint: they used to be chicken wings)
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