This is the bike rack I got for $5 at the strange-meth-addict-money-laundering-pawn/thrift-shop on the outskirts of town.
This is the Sportsman Warehouse in Salem, Oregon. These are two life size deer fighting. There were allot of dead animals, it was a little intense.
They had a camo for every occasion.
Including sexy beach party.
I guess I forgot my keys in the ignition...
While I was at the Sportsman Warehouse I picked up a foot pump for Lucy's kiddie pool.
The route one needs to take in order to get off the freeway and onto the bridge that takes you back over the freeway to the East side of town and over to Lucy's house is totally stupid and completely DD.
This tree had a bong in it.
Lucy had set up her kiddie pool in the parking lot next to her house. The chair, 50 gallon drum and old speaker are all load-bearing and thus essential to the livelihood of the pool
The pool had some shape issues, we figured once it was completely full it would sort itself out.
This theory wasn't completely wrong.
This is a baby drinking beer. Shafer no less.
The pool had several different leaks and needed to be continuessly filled with air and water.
We barbecued hamburgers in Lucy's drive way. The barbecue was filled with moldy charcoal, we figured that we could probably all use a dose of penicillin, so we left them in.
This car was doing donuts in the parking lot. I think it was to celebrate Canada Day or possibly Bastille Day.
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