The day after Christmas, we drove way down to south Jersey (by Philly) to have dinner with my dad's brother and his family. Here's my dad with his brother Bruce and Bruce's girlfriend Elyse.
See those two guys carrying the raft in the background? They kept climbing into the raft together, paddling out a few feet into the water, then getting absolutely hammered by giant waves. They'd wash up on the shore, coughing and sputtering, laugh like fucking loons, then paddle back out and do it again. Beavis and Butthead are alive and well in Jersey, baby. If only my batteries hadn't died.
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