Rocco gettin' so fresh and so clean, clean.
My dad and I enjoyed some dirty martinis.
And now begins Soham's birthday/New Years.
Loser.
Soham's pinata!
He busted it open with one hit.
Funny looking conversation.
Sweet, sweet Gary.
Squabbit.
Birthday Boy.
Oliver, right before he began to throw snowballs at me.
Not sure what was happening here.
Bob - about to leave.
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