Being in Champaign days before class starts, there really is nothing better to do at night than to get trashed. So that's what we did. And then Carrie thought it would be a good idea to make pancakes. It was going alright until a couple drops fell off the spoon in the shape of a couple balls. Too good a situation to pass up, she added one more drop, more elongated than the other two, and BAM! the PANCOCK was born. Then I somehow ended up on the floor, and started catching bits of pancake that were dropped. One of those pieces happened to be none other than the original pancock. This picture was taken while Dan ran downstairs to wake up Dave by saying "Dave, Mike has BALLS IN HIS MOUTH!!!"

Long live the Pancock.

why not go out? School hasn't started yet, and I had had hardly anything to drink in a while. i saw no other option. Plus I got to meet Dan's London buddy Santiago. Seemed like an upstanding young man. Oh, and I don't think Dave had had too much to drink either, being that he puked in his cup before the night was over...I feel sorry for whoever came to grab his glass...

It'll be better next time...

The summer coming to a close, what better way to end it than a nice little trip to the dunes? It was a pretty good time, swimming, digging awesome holes, playing in clay. Not the water balloon sling shot, though, that sucked, just ask the welt on my back. Nothing some cool clay couldn't fix though.

Beachin.