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Winding Down

So after all the frantic tourist-ing I went through while my parents were here this week, it felt good to kick back and relax on a sunday afternoon. Oh and the jug of beer didn't hurt either. I have some more pictures and interesting stories, but it's beer time.

Driving to the airport at 5:30 am + 64 oz of beer makes for some epic napping.



Also, I've been trying to figure out how I feel about Perry's big "Prayer-a-Palooza" today. After much deliberation and 64 oz of beer, here's all I've got: lol.

Insightful, no?

Bryan
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  1. AudreyAugust 15, 2011 at 12:41 AM

    a. http://www.texasmonthly.com/2011-09-01/feature7.php

    b. prayerapalooza is just step 1 in trying to get all the votes.

    c. if he becomes president i'm going back to Peru to get typhoid again. this time, permanently,

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