Finally was able to get me stache dusty in Dallas. That sounds kind of fucked, but it was good to see some of the good 'ol boys and put our livers and facial composure to the test again. Roper and I look damn dapper in this here photo. Must have been the beauty sleep till 3pm from the night before, or just the black and white.

Real life Texans Skid (groom), Jim & Ryan.

Talked Tina into gettin' down and dirty.

Gross...but sooo good to lick the cold shit cheese off the womb broom

Lone Star breeds Texas pride.

Roper writing down his speech moments before the wedding

Congrats Skid and Robin!

Apparently, any asshole with $25 and a pen can become a reverend. *Note: cheaper than hiring someone.

Dallas. Sweet ball. Can you see the Robocop building?


Boys Named Sue played some rockabilly country with some bonus King of the Hill riffs and Eminem covers.

Old bowling lanes

Favorite photo

...and the inevitable drunken swarm. Look out for teeth.

Mike Mercer and Slappy

Bringin' back the trough

Ye 'ol chums from Debonshire

Fully poseable

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