Seth, Pat, and I loaded up the Tracker with our mini bikes and headed off on an adventure. When we returned, we jumped on the trampoline for a bit. Pat then got on the roof and jumped off. I missed the actual shot of him in the air, and he wouldn’t do it again. Oh well.
It was a good day
wrong pat. There were a few things missing from this day to make it “good”. Things like: Bangin sluts, pukin out our guts, and waking up in a ditch.