We were supposed to head up to the mountains to retrieve an abandoned hearse, but complications arose and so we ended up having a picnic in the cemetery on the roof of Alexi, I mean, who hasn't seen that scenario played out?
I have the pimpest motherfucking picnic basket EVER. Check out how all the
picnic implements are strapped to the lid, just like the professional picnickers
you see at tournaments...or maybe like...picnic assassins. Whatever. You don't
even probably OWN a picnic basket, shut up.
The cemetery.
Liz and Dragan climbing up. Notice the beanbag chairs. If you are getting a
hearse I suggest beanbag chairs for the back because sitting on casket rollers
sucks.
Dragan pinches his nipples while Liz looks on approvingly
For some reason I thought this was a good picture, what with the two triangles...kinda makes you think...about triangles.
Fud.
A cock I made out of marzipan, or Marzipenis, if you will.
Liz and I.
The roof is a fairly good place to sit for a picnic.
Liz and Alexi
Some crusty old place in Louisville
Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
Dragan deals with the sudden realization that he chose the wrong outhouse
Random hearse we found while driving that day.