well, it is that time of year

lars, my dad, and i tried to leave javas, but hilton high school was trying (and succeeding) to have its graduation, which meant that gibbs street was flooded with red-robed youths and proud parents with small digital cameras. as we were in effect stuck there, we felt it would be in everyone's best interest if we inserted ourselves into several group photos and offered the graduates our congratulations.






everyone was better off for our presence, i'm pretty sure.