Stage 13

There comes a time in one's life where we must all leave home and party like the dickens. This time occurred about a month ago, and now I will share pictures and memories of this event with fellow readers.

First the drinking. There was so much drinking I can't even remember what to type here, except that Absinth is equal to death. But Molson Canadian equals good beer for a hot summer day. Yeah.

Also everyone needs a token bald guy. In this case "B" as we will call him was our token bald guy. He cooked food for us, and put up with us for the whole weekend. Good for him!

Off in the corner you will see a female of the vegan type. Not that that's a bad thing, but I just thought I'd point that out for you folks out there. Also there is J-Dawg and "B" again. Hooray for the zest of life we call Stage 13.

The Canadian leaf was partial to the amusement of the weekend, and our comrade "E" Holds a bottle of water in her hands, without H2O we would have died from some sort of dehydration.

Frisbee was another past time on this weekend of fantastic orgy goodness. And again, people have beer in their hands to make Frisbee more fun. Super drunk Frisbee will be a national sport... I swear on my mother's grave.

Look! Elvis! No, I'm just kidding, it's J-Dawg again. With those shades it's like something outta the Matrix. Pakow!

To take these lovely pictures, everyone at Stage 13 in our crew had Kodak quickfilm cameras. Go Kodak!

Me taking a picture of Weskimo taking a picture of me. Nuff' said.

Oh god.This picture can be used for bribery. Me with my Matt Good Hoodie. Only worn at night so as to keep that damned mosquitoes away.

The truck used to haul mostly camping gear and booze. This was our sitting quarters before the tarp joined in on all the fun.

Storms were all the rage this year. This one almost made my tent blow away, and the vegans tent did blow away but not far before we caught it. Go us!

Ahh cumulonimbus. Look, it's just too cool to not take another picture of. It kind of reminds me of that movie with the tornado. Twister. Except no flying cows were spotted, unless you count the obese bikini types.

A heated, but yet not-so-heated debate. The tarp was our friend. And I know what you're thinking, how the hell can someone be wearing a sweater in the heat of the summer? I dunno, ask the guy with the blue sweatered arm...

Beer! The official word of Stage 13. they're all watching you, demanding you give them beer, or you could just give it to me, I like beer too, you bastard...

The Stage 13 crew omitting Weskimo who was nice enough to take the picture for me.
...Don't ask what DMUSER's doing to the car...

The manly chests of DMUSER and Newbs enlighten even the sexiest women to " Watch the birdie" As the mere sight of their manly chests is too much for any woman to handle. (Because they throw up after seeing that much treasure trail.)

(Just Kidding.)

More staff. The yellow sticker = Our camping pass. Huzzah!

Our key to the rock and roll and partying. Without that gold wristband you are nothing. Nothing I tell you!

And that just about sums up our adventures. Some pictures had to not be put in the article because of mature content. (DMUSER... I'll get you back for that, I swear I will get you back... Wanker.)