No, we actually did go to the Hamptons. And here are the pictures to prove it:
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Most of these were taken by my friend Anthony, who I want to be when I grow up. He took more than 1000 photos during the trip, if that’s any indication of what a good time we had. The pictures of us playing drunken Cranium (which I don’t even like) for five hours every night have been omitted. As have the pictures of me crying for another five hours after I fell down Rollerblading.
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14 Comments
“He took more than 1000 photos during the trip.”
And only 1 with girls in bathing suits… and from some weird side angle? Don’t quit your day job, Anthony.
If you tell me which girl you’re interested in, I’ll load all of the bikini photos onto the FTP for your enjoyment.
I’ll also send you the Jack pictures, ’cause damn.
The answer would be “any girl wearing a bikini”. And, while Jack’s bathing suit may be a bikini, he is technically not a girl, so don’t include pictures of him.
I’ll take that as a compliment
I second Thickcrust’s statement.
Jack, please burn that bikini you were wearing that weekend and delete any picture taken of you in it.
There I just saved the world from 2012. You’re Welcome.
Is there a single picture of you?
Many hundreds. However, I am the whitest person alive, and photos of me in the sun are scary.
But you are pretty with awesome hair! You don’t have to be in the sun.
I’d really like to show you the one where I thought I was wearing my bathing suit and showed everyone my underwear, but I’m not a hussy.
Although later when I knew I wasn’t wearing my bathing suit and still showed everyone my underwear again–there’s no excuse.
My bathing suit last year was a bikini top and opaque black underwear. No joke.
I still don’t have a real bathing suit. It’s pretty sad.
No, it’s hilarious, because when I bought my bathing suit this year, I didn’t think the bottom half looked right on me, and I actually considered wearing a pair of my favourite black underwear to the Hamptons instead.
But I did not, so I am superior to you.
Your beach house looks like a giant dollhouse. LOVE IT.
But the thought of you crying makes my head hurt. Not because you shouldn’t ever cry (you totally should), but because, despite my extremely vivid imagination, I CANNOT PICTURE IT.
Oh, you should’ve been there that night. At first, people were asking me how I was, and that would make me cry. But soon it devolved to the point that someone just had to LOOK at me, and I’d cry. In the end, I started crying over Cranium, and then I knew it was time to go to bed.
Basically, I’m a cryin’ fool.
Oh, that looks heavenly! Relaxing, fun, just nice. I’m so glad you were able to do this.
Sorry about the rollerblading! :( I’m terrible at that – if the angle of the surface is more than a degree and a half, I’m in trouble. I don’t know how to stop worth beans (which is why I gave my pair away).
Glad you had a good time. Gorgeous place and beach!