State of the Union

We were in Unionville for the afternoon. Well I was anyways. Tresa and Kieran were still up at the cottage. See this guy looking lost in a pile of empty beer bottles. Well it's his place. His and his wife Bev and their two kids.
If you add up all the empty beer bottles you'll know why he wears a dark shirt. It's slimming. Juan couldn't make it. He had to go to Hamilton and Cambridge that day.
This is Cheetah from the last blog. He's also loonie face. The guy sprained his ankle. I think he did it running away from committment. Then went out and splurged on some really expensive orthotics. You can see them there below his foot.
Click for more photos of everyone, including the non-stop talker a.k.a. the hypertosis dude (sweating disorder) and Harry Potter and his towel shirt.