There comes a time in everyone's life, when they must move on... from 6th and SpringGarden to 17th and Lombard. Well, not everyone... maybe just Dan. He's begged me for a post featuring photos and movies from his "Moving Out" party jawn, like a poor man who's hungry. Like a horny 18 year old pre-frosh who's trying to bed the captain of the local college football team. Like a child who wants the elusive Nintendo Wii for christmas. Like... like you're begging me now, to stop typing. For more Luge-y goodness and HOT DOGS... click after the JUMP.
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I make my mother prouder and prouder of me every day.
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