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I was stoked when one of my cousins - the actually, really smart one of the family, btw - linked up to the paypal drive for Team Phoenicia. As I was very happy and pleased I scrolled through her LJ and then saw...
The horror!
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Frightening things happen when you ask help from family. ;)
Actually, thank you, Rachel!
That would be around sixth grade, iirc. Present from left to right, front row: Rachel (cuz), James (cuz) and Ted (bro). Back row, Tina (sis), Tessa (sis) and me. This was at Overlook Park in Los Alamos.
2 comments:
Dude, I'm reminded of "A Christmas Story."
*unleashes gorgonopsid on zach*
nomnomnomnomnom.
Thanx for bringing that trauma back.
rackinfrakkin Alaskans.
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