Here are some back-logged pictures taken by my brother and I;

1) Kareoke, Jim and I. Jim was a wasted fisherman who was hitting on and dribbling chew on Becky late one monday evening. My response: Strokin! Jim couldn't really talk at this point. His rendition of the Clarence Carter classic sounded much like : Stroooookinnnnnn? I be Stroooooookeinnnn!, Straaaaaaaaaaghghhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmm; Easssssst strokin!

This delightful picture was from the apex of my brother's and my pinata party. The pinata was a large tomatoey looking object filled with these:

That's all from the rock for now. Ya'll should come and visit next month when we blow up my brother's defunked subaru.