Welp, it happened again. Another month is drawing to a close and with it, the summer, and even though we'll probably be bitching about the heat well into October, it just won't be the same. And so once more, mostly to avoid thinking about our looming rent, we take a moment to reflect on the month behind us and try to piece together some kind of chronology within the booze-soaked haze. Luckily, we have these photos to help us, because as it turns out, we saw a boatload of shit this month, from literal chickens to people dressed like chickens to people dressed in hardly anything at all, some of them covered in mud. Must've been a good month.
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