
Rome has the Sistine Chapple...

after knocking some poor kidda off of their bike, Rabbi Woodhand turned on me


the stunning vista of Top Valley


Benno (Swiss-piss) in full, majestic flight

bluntslide which sounded like seagulls dieing


the one foot skank



---following such regressive behaviors, I headed back out towards Vermont and Earth Sky Time Farm---

where the flour was flying...



and the camping was risque






and the ho-downs are somber affairs - a night at Donny Dorr's (local oil barren)


Donnie D. Dorr, macking hard...

Donnie had the pick of the ladies

and the dudes! (if he reads this, I'm a dead man)



bear-hat

yeah, we cut the rug

much to the amusement of the locals


cheers Donny!
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