the girls threw up around the campfire at around 9 in the morning today because of all the cheap booze, but managed to find enough offerings for the Rickyburger Beaver by about noon. Spent the rest of the dancing to Billy Idol on Blaine's iMac (we're gonna have to charge it when pocket some whiskey at Liquor Lab, because it's running low) but we still got a lot of bud and crywolf, awesome. Hopefully we stumble across more innocent campers tonight.

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