Jen the Wanderer, the Vermont Years.
Poor Jen. Just trying to have a quiet evening at home and we dragged her ass out and about and pelted her with fireflies. We suck.

   

Paparazzi! Hounding Neo!
Recuperating on The Chair That Barfed Up Yoshi.
No! I tell you my ears are real! All natural! Being famous is hard.
Has this ever happened to you?
I don't know if I mentioned how Church Street got its name.
Deep Thoughts, by The Grass Harp.
I call this one "Tree, in New Neighborhood".
I call this one "Trees! Aaaaah!"
I call this one Steve.
We will steal this house. Sssh! Don't look.
"Creative Habitat" my left tit.
Say it with me, people. "BEN FRANKLIN".
There are mountains here.
And meadows.
The Round Church, Waterbury. 16 sides. No Devil. Bonus.
Green. Mountain. State.
Bolton Dam, wit' peopuw all suckin' face n' shit.
Bolton Dam, artsy vaginal shot.
Oh Bolton Dam! Bolton DAM! BOLTON! Dam.
Bolton Dam, without all the face-sucking.
Fucking midgets.
Cornucopeia, Horn of Plenty. It was filled with sweet potato fries.
The Alchemist Pub and Brewery, Waterbury VT.
Not filled with sweet potato fries.