At some point during our night of drinking and storytelling, I told Fraggle & Bilbo about how my friends used to photobomb each other with our balls out. This of course instantly became their new favorite game. I'll spare you the hundreds of photos I have of these guys' balls.
Each time they lost a point, they would SCREAM at each other in French about whose fault it was. Here's an action shot of Bilbo cowering during one of Fraggle's particularly heated arm-flapping tirades. Soooo good.
Later that evening, after some solid warm-up drinking at Reggae Guesthouse, Bilbo, Fraggle and their other friend, Jesus (orange shirt, obvs) took us down the street...
