Is nothing sacred anymore?

The musings of a human ping pong ball.

Thursday, May 11, 2006

when you run out of things to write..



you put a picture of the ball :D.

A few us, the formal boys, the formal girls and the infamous 'chadda group' and their memorable strip show to Papi Chulo on the dance floor.


Heh, good good great times.
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