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| after a long beach picnic, it's time to get a little silly... far right: i love my fellow kitchen bitches, Kelsey and Jon -- and why was there a chip on my boob? |
| so, blake has a tendency to be creepy sometimes. left, wearing a chef hat and alex's towel above, massaging kelsey |
| if you can't tell by the end of all these pictures, i'll tell you: the apparent trend was to take pictures of Shawn and me |
| god we're hot. |
| right, masking tape monogrammed shirts left, robbie loved that stupid chef hat way too much |
| katie and kelsey (look, after those pictures of blake and robbie, i'm trying to end this page on a less scary note) |
| yeah, they're cousins... |
| ....and so are they. left: blake can't believe his junk fits! |