so, when you hear a gunshot in the middle of the night, and its not a gang fight cuz there are no gangs... then you hear lots of laughing the next day and look out the window and see the guys scaring the dogs with the dead caracal... then you know you live in the bush!

baby triplets, getting love!

this is what you do for halloween when there is no pupmkin! (plus when your sis sends a felt your own barack!)