here we are at our luxurious 5 star campsite. here's chris, dave, iggy, josh, john (in back), and me.

yes, the climb was rough. but we were determined to get to the top. for hours and hours we bore the excruciating ordeal of navigating up the rocky terrain, to finally reach the top of mt. washington! alright fine we drove, shut up. [iggy, me, josh, kevin, chris, john, dave; clockwise from upper left]

josh: "hey look, we made it." me: "yay!" john: "it's too fucking cold up here." iggy: "what smells?" kev: "i think i farted." dave: "eulgh! i think you did too." chris: "hey i knda like this smell."

tragically, we were all too busy making stupid faces at the camera to notice josh's sudden leap of suicide off the rail. his death brought a dark cloud that hovered over the rest of the camping trip.

"HOLY SHIT!
WHO FARTED!!"

"THANK YOU SIR MAY I HAVE ANOTHER!!"

drinking around the campfire.

squish: "iggy, are you mad at me? i didn't mean to throw up on your sleeping bag. iggy, are you mad at me? are you mad at me iggy? i'm sorry iggy..." (aren't i cute when i'm drunk?)

"squish, will you marry me?"
"no josh you're too drunk"
"well will you at least have sex with me?"
"alright"

this is a picture of kevin's crotch. strangely enough i'm not the one who took it. but that doesn't mean i don't have it wallpapered to my room-- ERR I MEAN, um...

well, it's the morning after. i have a hangover, iggy's pissed, and it's time to get going. hey, check out those two cute guys on the right...