Brutal traffic.. That one guy picking his nose while driving, the chick wagon... Holding in a pee for like an hour... Brett's arrival... People trickle in ... I Never... Its all about the rum milkshakes.. Mmmm... Ultimate... Freaky old people on the golf course... Big friggin hill, Doh... Stratego... Those pesky verkners! Monopoly... Gill's Dark Side... Waterguns... BBQ.. More waterguns... Maple Syrup?? Mustard?? the penis weiner... Rob and the dishes.. Rob and the fire pit... Mmmm Fire... Sweet marshmallowy goodness... Toasts... and more toasts... Try and keep up spence! We already did that one... Horseshoes? I saw no horseshoes... Chronic on the steps... Pulp Fiction... I just thought it was some cold shit to say to a mf before I put a cap in his ass? ... Freeze Pops? Sugar Junkies... Yeah yeah yeah! Juicy Jumbos and Joe Louis... Beats on the boombox... Killer Kings! Palm the nine! Palm the nine! Beerbitch!... Orgasmic Fun... Nice shorts yankee! Mmm finger sex... What shall herein be referred to as the golf cart incident... Some frank discussion about Star Wars... Why do you keep calling him Martha Stewart? No they aren't cold... Just ask em... There's a goal that everyone remembers... Sing a long with Chris and his guitar... Cuz they're going the distance.... busting the Fresh Prince styles... Harassing the Duke...

The penis wiener, or wiener cock if you will...	Geoff ponders Gills losing strategy, while the drunken imp begins his quest.
"I didn't know you could do that with a lightsaber...."	"If I have to fake one more...."
Chrissy and Bretty	Bob can't believe what he sees...

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