I'm officially on BBQ overload and am going to detox for the rest of the summer.
I think I ate my body's weight worth of grilled food.
Here's the evidence:
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| BBQ #1 at Emma's crib. |
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| Me and Stace. Me looking a bit rough.... |
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| Beer ponging. |
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| BBQ #2/Liz's birthday! |
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| Yummy cakes! |
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| THREE cakes. |
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| Happy group |
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| Happy bellies? |
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| Preggers. |
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| Shots shots shotssss |
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| Nurses and murses. |
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| Drew. Who I wanna be when I grow up. |
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| Maturity. |
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| Self exam. |
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| One's always higher than the other. |
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| Don't.... know. |
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| Joe's big pimpin. |
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| My galsss. |
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| Some sort of golf game. |
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| Yes. Blue. Balls. |
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| BBQ #3. With me writing a paper. :( |
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| Coll's new beau. |
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| Lovers. |
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| Our traditional firepit. |
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| Sparkler time! |
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| Sparkler dance. |
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| Watching fireworks. |
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| Controlling traffic. |
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| Vandalism ending with old men yelling at us and mom's screaming that we ruined their kids' Independence Day. |
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