Before proceeding with the rest of the pictures, you must first gaze upon the
mandatory shot of me looking weird. Okay? Good, that's overwith. Here we go:
Driving on the Dyke ... *Insert your own joke here*
Before proceeding with the rest of the pictures, you must first gaze upon the
mandatory shot of me looking weird. Okay? Good, that's overwith. Here we go:
It stunk really bad as we drove along the flats...like poo and things.
"Woo, it stinks," said Christina.
"Woo!" said McConnell. "It stinks!!"
Just HOVing around.
It took us 6 or so tries to get this shot. Geez, thanks, Christina.
We hit the rush hour gridlock, so I proceeded to finish my Slurpee.
McConnell got so bored that she fell asleep and...
HEY! Aren't you supposed to be driving??
It didn't matter if I slept or not, being a passenger and all.
Christina smiles when she naps. Freaky--and funny.
Traffic jam!...and a VW Bug.
The Happy Bunny stick-on window things.
Concrete, sunlight and shadows.
Overpass!
Yes, we found Dyke Road.
It's the dyke! We're driving on the dyke!
That sign is confusing--and I think that is the wrong use of "maybe".
McConnell liked the chained gate.
What the heck is this thing?
Pinky sunset and old school dock things. Fun.
I decided to piss on the hydrant anyway.
Christina climbs the ladder!
Okay, uh, maybe not. I mean, yes. Yes, grass grows that way!
Screw learning! Who reads that sign? I mean, really?
Isn't that the littlest pylon you ever saw?
Good thing McConnell has that sign. PROTECT YOUR SLURPEES.