Outer Banks

In early April me and a bunch of friends headed out to the Outer Banks for a weekend. Good food and good times.

Memories: it’s all we have.

7 Responses to “Outer Banks”

  1. Jeremy Says:

    The third picture doesn’t contain Jeff in the bottom corner, bitchface. That’s my girlfriend admiring my glide through the sand dunes as I take great pics of the house.

    Another thing, my name is spelled, “Jeremy.” Spell it, “Jermey” again, and friendship = over.

  2. Bettina Says:

    Seems as though you had quite a fancy *dinner* while out there………. all I say is dinner, honey, and I’m happy for you that you had it.

    fyi - do you know how funny it is to be stuck in Chicago on Easter Sunday after three flights to Omaha were cancelled??? I mean, I do not MALINGER any emotional nor physical distress about these incidents following my wonderful stay in Durham: At seven pm I still wasn’t sure whether I’d make it or not. so, if we talk about guilt and fault relating to messed up evening meals, I sure payed my debt that Sunday night. FOR SURE.

  3. Bettina Says:

    did I just say “wonderful” when talking about my excursion to Durham???????

    joke, Steve, joke.

  4. steve Says:

    It is well known that im quite dubious towards the existence of god, however given your delays in Chicago, im beign to reconsider my position.

  5. Bettina Says:

    right. you should. What hell was for the folks in ancient time, the American Airlines counter is for sinners nowadays.

    IT’S MY FAULT IT’S MY FAULT IT’S MY FAULT IT’S MY FAULT IT’S MY FAULT, so screw you again, and damn, you could say happy birthday to me after all, cause I just reached that biblical age of 33.

  6. Bettina Says:

    well, by reasons of logic, Durham is the front door to hell then.

    APOCALYPSE ONSLOW STREET.

    let’s rewrite it all.

  7. Nobody Says:

    I insist that Steve must change the name of this blog to “Apocalypse Onslow Street”. That is the best ever.

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