Playa Pimp, Shady and Macon Bacon came over to get a head start celebrating Ok Phansa. There's something about the end of any lentish event that makes you crave something damn spicy.

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Mmm... whip me, beat me, thai me up!

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Playa Pimp, in the throes of an endorphin rush only hot peppers can provide.

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Shady thought it was hottish... or so ;)

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Macon Bacon made the rounds with Mama.

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Yet another Tree House hippie love-in.

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Babycakes and Macon Bacon contemplate the future of plastic in an increasingly consumeristic world.

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Macon Bacon, totally immersed in a mojo moment.

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Babycakes practices for later in life ;)

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Big Ol' Honkin' Chocolate Brownie = Mucho Dulce Dessert

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Ol' Dad emerges victorious from the wine cellar.

Family Tattoo Night

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Last night the family decided to do something together. We thought it over and it finally occurred to us. What says family values and good ol' fashioned fun like getting a tattoo on 6th Street? Well, not a permanent tattoo... not yet anyway. We got inked up Henna style ;)

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Babycakes picked out a design while a tramp stamp trio looked on in amazement.

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The elusive one-horned Leo demon.

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All you need is love.

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After 5.5 Red Bulls, DJ-P was totally, irretrievably psyched!

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Mama reads the release while Babycakes eagerly awaits her turn.

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Mama struck a pose.

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The J® gets inked.

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The aftermath.

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"ACK!!! YOU'RE STANDING ON MY TOES!"

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DJ-P and his tat.

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The aftermath.

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Babycakes prepares for greatness.

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Steady hands, doc... steady hands ;)

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Babycakes watches the scene unfold.

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Babycakes explained that it would help her practice for thirteen.

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The aftermath.

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Mama prepared while Babycakes offered her counsel.

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Mama got her tattoo as close to her favorite massage spot as possible ;)

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The aftermath.

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Babycakes started to slow down around 1:00 am ;)

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DJ-P, keeping his pimp hand strong.

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Ol' Dad and his tat.

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The aftermath. And, no... it does not stand for "hella," "holla" or "Hank." It's the Pisces symbol.

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The Tree House Crew, all marked up and ready for live music!

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The official Highway to Hell.

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Cedar Street was hoppin'!

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The view towards Irish pub paradise.
We just introduced DJ-P to Maria's Taco Xpress!

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The sign foreshadowed the joy to be found inside!

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DJ-P's surly side took over.

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J prepared herself for outrageous dancing with sweaty hippies.

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Mmm...

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Tall-J and the Rastafari, a new series this fall on ABC!

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On the way back to the table, Tall-J met a happy hippie ;)

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The libation equation - 3m x 1h2o = delicioso!

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DJ-P used a little European magic to make a taco disappear ;)

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The hero took a fall!

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"I'm sorry, mam, but the Kentucky Derby's over and, no, we don't serve mint juleps."

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Summer is a special time in Austin ;)

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The hero got tackled! Oh well... at least her headlights were on.

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Lovebirds flock together at Hippie Church ;)

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"Einmal ist keinmal!!!"

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Cold bucket baptisms are the best!

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DJ-P digs on Hippie Church.

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Bzzz... ;)
Today was the first Saturday in August. Any good Austiner knows that has serious implications... namely, free beer at Independence Brewery!

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DJ-P kicks it old school with the slathery goodness of Independence Pale Ale.

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Master-P and DJ-P... two Ps in a pod.

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Playa Pimp chokes down a pepperoni roll.

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Ol' Dad, cultivating the 1000 yard beer stare, whips down more Independence Pale Ale.

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DJ-P, a true lover of technology, commences an SMS thread with Playa Pimp across the table.

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Socially acceptable buffoonery.

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"Nice pints!"

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Sweaty man-love began after round two.

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Ol' Dad got philosophical somewhere in the middle of round three...

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"No, really... I was saying something..."

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Round five marked the arrival of Ted, Master-P's evil doppelgänger.

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The benevolent G.

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It's not a party until something gets broken!

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The brewery dogs got to know one another.

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Ol' Dad liberated a pint while the bartenders left for the tour ;)

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Master-P marvels at the proficiency of the magical, mystical beer thief.

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"What?! The sixth pint wasn't my idea!"

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A contemplative DJ-P looks toward the horizon during the final few minutes of round six.

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The only truly portable air conditioner.

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As we saddled up to leave, DJ-P poured one for fallen homeys.
Today concluded Babycakes's drama camp at the Zach Scott Theater. The crew saddled up and got ready for some cool robot action!

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Learn it. Know it. Live it.

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Babycakes played a very convincing cat!

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Hmm... stagekill ;)

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Babycakes in the final song.

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Just before the curtain.

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