Once upon a midnight day there was a group of utterly ridiculous, completely niffty college kids playing in a dumpster. (it was cleaner than it sounds.)
Then one fell in.
After such an adventure they had a sudden burst of creativity. They soon decided what better way to express them selves than to have a tye dye party.
Once they decided they were heading dangerously close to the social "norm" they made plans to remedy that fact by playing a good old fasion game of cowboys and indians. It seemed logical enough.
Indians in their native habitat. Or something.
This one died.
Once this subsided we realized that our unique activity quota was not as full as we would like. So we declared a bike jousting tournament. (The correct precautions were taken as seen bellow.)
Fat Suit.
Before.
After.
Mexi wins.
Then somehow she made it into this tree.
After every week of ridiculously outlandish events we end them playing at the dunes and trying to build a fire and share less than scary stories.
The End.
(ish.)