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Brian, Claudio and Fletch relax after
the long drive. Fletch demonstrates his automatic camera reaction. |
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From Left: Claude's wife Jano,
Lukes bird Christy, Lukey (sucking down a cold one) and Scotty
(obviouslt tripping out on something). |
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Half of Scott, Me and Claude. |
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From Left: Christy (looking at
something more interesting than me), Di (gettign angry at
me for pointing the camera at her), Luke and Scott. |
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Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No! Its
SuperHatch. Braden demonstrates his super power enabling him
to simultaneously balance atop a log playground thingo and
answer helpdesk calls. But where's the lycra costume? |
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After Strych's sunnies suffers from a
near fatal blow, Strych has a great idea. Not only will an
International Roast (free coffee please) coffee sachet
cushion the pointy bits of her sunnies, but the coffee will
also seep into her blood system, helping her to stay awake
long into the night. |
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Justin displays his genitalia for the
camera. The genitalia on his T-shirt that is... disgusting
boy that Justin... |
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Night falls and the congregation gathers
once again outside. We've all had our fill of yummy BBQ food
cooked by Claudio... or was it Glenn... Hmmm... |
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Yes! They had a Trambampoline! |
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Enjoy Lemon Ruski.
(I hope I dont get sued by Coke...) |
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Ahhh... this is the stuff... This is
our illustrious General Manager, Mr. Claudio. On the swings...
tee hee hee... |
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The weather starts to get a bit chilly.
At last years camp we had a bonfire set up. No such luck this
year, so we all froze. |
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Oh yeah... Once more, I get a candid
shot of Claude having a bit of a play with his inner child. |
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The best part about our camps is that
Sphagnum is always on hand to lead a sing-along. |
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The crowd starts to rug up, as the alcohol
just doesnt seem to be doing its job to warm us up. |
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"Strong is the force in you young
Jedi..." |
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Here's little Silvy having fun on the
slides. |
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This is what we spend most of the night
doing... stooped over with a cigarette lighter lloking for
dropped guitar picks. |
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I really enjoy taking comprimising photographs
of company directors playing on playground equipment. |
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I do beleive that this is Kate... I think...
I mean I'm pretty sure... |
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Brian looks on as Stollies get passed
around freely... |
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Scotty and Braden, having trouble deciding
which song to play next. |
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Fletch and Silvia share a special moment
on the swings. |
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A lovely portrait of the now-married,
happy couple, Glenn and Kim...and Claude's foot. |
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Now for a very unflattering pic of me. |
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Scott G tries to escape the area with
a pair of stolen knees under his jacket... |
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Sphagnum, after everyone else had gone
to bed.
(I like the auto-timer
feature on my camera) |
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An then there were two... Me and Scotty
have one last drink before hitting the hay. |
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The next morning... Oh so many dark glasses... |
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"Give me back my camera!" -
Feeling seedy. |
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On the way home we stopped at the Golden
Cow in Tongala, which is like a tourist-type place where city
folk can come to pay $5 to see a cow being milked. |
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Gracie and the Cow. Coming soon from
Touchstone Pictures. |
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Me and the Cow sharing a passionate embrace. |
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Heh heh heh... the Cow's bum...
hee hee! |
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Here's a mannequin thats been dressed
up to look like a rapping dairy farmer. MC Milky's in da house! |