David's trying to form his thoughts...this may take a while!

Duhhhhhhhhhhhh...

Wright: "Well, that was my meal, where is everyone else's?" *

Julie in the headlights. *

Joe, stop acting like a Russian dancer.

King of the hill, losers.

Las chicas.

Las chicas, part deux.

I wanna be an American idiot!

Laurel permits us to take a decent picture of her. *

Well, that was short lived...

Well, this is appropriate, the group is out of focus.

It's the entire group, minus whoever Chris killed on the way there.

Bob is trying to give himself a halo.

Wright falls asleep at the wheel. Again.

It's a choir line.

It was a little cold...I think...maybe... *

Peek-a-boo!

I think Wright had a little too much caffine.

We had two casualties from Jumonville.

We made it to the top, so how are we supposed to get down?

The cameraman slipped and fell down the hill taking this picture.

Man, that's a big cross. *

Cardgames. There was nothing better to do.

Believe it or not, we were accepted, even preferred, by the other group.

SHE'S CHEATING!!!!!

Stop sticking your tounge out at me!

It's a ballerina

Wright: "Wow, I look like Satan."

I get the feeling that our whole group was possessed during this trip.