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Took my lady to an oak cabin in the middle of the woods to off her this weekend but just couldn’t do it. Must have been the strong moral fiber I found in my oatmeal that morning. Instead, we ate some steaks and made sweetness by the warmth of a wood burning stove. We also went into the mountains and walked around.
Here is that adventure in picture form.
and home video.
And since you asked . . . new polaroids here.
Finally, this dude’s an idiot.
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You are an Armenian Fuck, my friend.
wow…photo #7…i’m looking a little ambiguous if you know what i’m saying