They never made it to the beach. It is somehow an apt pile. This was their end... Until next time, no time, that is.
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this is an account of the daily crap I go through with my child's father.
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- Homies
- Back in the ALB
- Photo booth is the new digital camera
- A Truly Psychedelic Meltdown
- goodbye outdoor shower
- Tribute to Granny Madge
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- This one watered my eyes
- Just the daily routine
- I'm inclined to not even need to believe this, it ...
- Lou's exploration in Digital Photography.
- Jerry's the burrito, Lou's the sour cream
- This is what happens when people dedicate a night ...
- This is what happens when kids spend the day at th...
- March 11th
- The Sun Kinda Came Out
- mother daughter You Know What party
- exploring the underground
- Moving up in the world
- March 8th observations
- the oompaloompa's hard at work
- Still no beach?
- Sol's new tattoo
- Make your own damn shish kabob!
- The Women of the Family: Granny's n Sisters
- Lou the Mole
- The Brigade's lookin a bit hagard...
- The Responsible One
- Henry Hambone begets Lousiana Lambone
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- Ham Hat
- Not dead, just sleepin.
- I think Lou's tryna say something
- Hey Lindsey...
- Lunch that speaks of love from my mom, superhero o...
- Ahh, a year round growing season
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- The Psychedelic Duck Brigade
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- Impromtu Tropic Lightning
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