It's an odd thing, waiting on the wharf for a man named "Davida" of indeterminate (read, unremembered) Tongan appearance (note, he is number 5 in the line out shots), who is meant to be delivering upon the previous night's negotiation. Wait, what? A pig? How large? Can I carry it myself? Where are we taking it? What's happening? Fortunately Davida finally showed carrying a reasonably sized 24 pack beer box, with a little Babe peeking out. Awww, it's too cute! Don't look! Here is what ended up happening to Babe: Pig on a Spit! Raleigh pipes in; "Best. Birthday. Ever!"
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| Raleigh's 11th birthday party |
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| Braiding some saplings to make rope |
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| I like technology |
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| Captions are a pain in the ass |
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| Sunset 5000 |
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| Squeal like a pig! |
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| Ready for action |
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| Tanning nicely |
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| Carl working the pole |
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Cracklin
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| The Feast |
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| Ok cooking is done, let's just make a huge fire |
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| An evening full of wonderfully bad ideas |
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| The after party. Fuzzy handcuffs? |
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| Ollie and Mel feeling good |
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