The game plan was to wear lots of stripes and ride bikes to bars. On the way we tried to convert other stripe-minded individuals to join our gang. We also heckled the hell out of people not wearing stripes. Surprisingly no one tried to beat us up.
Rob, Mariya, and I prepare for battle.
Ed won the prize for wearing the most stripes. Yes, his tights have stripes on them. And yes, he is wearing tights.
This is the crew. We picked up three more gang members on the way. STRIPES!!!!!
So this actually happened! My darts partner rocks so hard that she can spilts darts Robin Hood style. Don't mess suckas!
Some would call Ed a "camera whore". I just call him a whore.
Catherine is an A+ gal but tonight she gets an F for not wearing stripes. (PS. Boys, she is single and is much cuter than this picture shows.)
Everything tastes better while wearing stripes.
This is what time I had to leave my house the next morning to play golf. That means I woke up 30 minutes before that. Striped hangovers are the worst.
"Our shots were not as long as our shadows." I think someone famous said that.
Notice the flag is wearing stripes as well. STRIPES!
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