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here are pictures of my torrid past.
sean looks like a squirrel monkey.
this is proof of awesomeness.
Bike problems were prevalent.
anne of green gables is turning in her non existent grave.
what a sleazebag!
might I reiterate
my pants underwent some changes in the crotch area that day..
seans' favorite store.
Me and the greatest dog I know, mr riley
SLEAZEBAG # 2
The beauty of Newfoundland shoving itself in my face, and me not fighting.
here's some of the shit i was lugging around
this is in honor of Pat's dog, Mingo.
as Xenia put it, "holy fucking gleee"
My favorite woman on the east coast looking a little bit uhhhhhh...hmm
here she is about to pass out thanks to latin brunch
more of Newfoundland being AMAZING. This is a small town nestled in the center of Gros Morne.
I immediately became a part of the jet set upon donning these cool shoes
but then I took them off and became this
the death of alcoholism
myself, back in the days of steam engines
yep....still turning in her grave..
this is for all of you.
so, I leave on my first lone train hop today to finally have some work, which needless to say, I invite with arms open.
I cant wait to start traveling againnnnnnn
sean looks like a squirrel monkey.
this is proof of awesomeness.
Bike problems were prevalent.
anne of green gables is turning in her non existent grave.
what a sleazebag!
might I reiterate
my pants underwent some changes in the crotch area that day..
seans' favorite store.
Me and the greatest dog I know, mr riley
SLEAZEBAG # 2
The beauty of Newfoundland shoving itself in my face, and me not fighting.
here's some of the shit i was lugging around
this is in honor of Pat's dog, Mingo.
as Xenia put it, "holy fucking gleee"
My favorite woman on the east coast looking a little bit uhhhhhh...hmm
here she is about to pass out thanks to latin brunch
more of Newfoundland being AMAZING. This is a small town nestled in the center of Gros Morne.
I immediately became a part of the jet set upon donning these cool shoes
but then I took them off and became this
the death of alcoholism
myself, back in the days of steam engines
yep....still turning in her grave..
this is for all of you.
so, I leave on my first lone train hop today to finally have some work, which needless to say, I invite with arms open.
I cant wait to start traveling againnnnnnn