Thursday, July 9, 2009

Rocky Mountain High

Whoa, where was I partying last night. I don't remember how I got here at all.



Guess I had her along again, she's hard to shake.

Designated drivers, don't leave home without one.


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What's so funny moms?


I get it, we just lifted dad's wallet.


Empty as usual.


Dad just told me we're going to Disneyland!


Why am I at a hospital and what does 'immunization shots' mean?


Dad's a lying (expletive censored by Mr. & Mrs. Rutkowski).


Sayonara, folks.

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