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| Here's me yelling inspirational words at Fox as he pumps iron. Hoss, balding from overstress (the game did this, I didn't), runs on the treadmill in the background. |
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| Fox showering after a hard day's workout. |
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From left to right: me, Vic, Hoss, and Fox. You'll notice Fox's fuzzy red bunny slippers. Also, not pictured here is Wakefield, because I'm sleeping in his bed and he's spending another night eating pizza and crying.
Here are a series of photos from that time Fox caught on fire.
That's right, instead of getting some medical treatment he decided to play tag at the pool. |
This one's a little difficult to explain, but here goes: Fox went back in time and inadvertently convinced his younger self to have a child, so when he came back from the past he brought a daughter with him. Trouble is, we're living on Vic's meager teaching wages, the royalties from my cheap novels, and the quickly-depleting "inheritance" money from our rich friend Robb Robbin. So, here we are, at a bake sale held by Fox's daughter, Fox playing around with the sprinkler and me meditating and being weird.
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