It's always sad to see friends leave the compound. Especially sociable ones that drink and play swimming pool volleyball. However, the one silver lining is that new villas become available. Eck and I took advantage of this when summer school started, and made our villa a home. We traded our cat for some speakers, filled up the pool, and stole a couple of chairs. We not have the type of crib P Diddy wishes he could afford. Here are some pictures...
"Nobody gots these"
where we get our tan on
"it was all a dream"
where we get our cook on (at the back)
United scarf, Smith's poster, stolen chairs
because you gots to have the bump!
the room, where the magic happens (on skype)
a Spanish pig smoking in Saudi. Haraam ham
mish mumkin ya pool light
"Ok, you done seen the crib, you done seen the back yard. Ain't gotta go home, but you gotta get the hell outta here"
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