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Kinda looks like Mike has a finger up Caleb's hoo-ha, doesn't it?
And now off to Dave and Busters!
Tequilla!
Welcome to Jowel Town. Population: 2
Aaron and his Bio-Dad
We won Brian with all our arcade tickets. Then he hit the sauce.
We spent a great deal of time Pod Racing. I'm totally a Jedi.
Lee Harvey Carter
I'm 'a gonna eat your nipple!
Aaron has yet to discover the art of gently asking someone for a "sloppy yawn."
We call him Old Drippy. That is beer.
Sadly, it's not the only fluid spilled on his shirt that night.
Chinese Fingercuffs. Nuff said.
Unfortunately they don't really let you take photos inside strip clubs, but we frequented the ones across the Mighty Mississip in a little Illinois town called Sauget.
Penthouse Club. It was adequately rocking for a Wednesday night.
There's something totally awesome about literally crossing the tracks to get to the next club.
Yeah, why wouldn't you want to order off the menu in a bathroom of PT's Gentleman's Club? Weird.
Back at the hotel and out on the balcony, baby!
There's something very wrong with Caleb.
This was the sweet-ass view from our room.
Next morning.
Yep. That's me. In between the beds with a chair cushion for a pillow.
The greasy spoon at which we ate the next afternoon. Our waitress was an ex-stripper!
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