BBQ night at the Irrie Tower..
No bigs.
Mayor Boy runnin' wild brother.
Karaoke night.. Kinda.
New Mondo drummer.
I bet this is how it is to be on acid..
Feel the colors bra!
Pink Floyd right?
I hate that shit..
Jims room.
Marshall St. Tommy was there.
I tried my luck out..
Im the next Metellica !
Jacks feeling awkward.
Bruce is the head of security.
Always willing to give a hug to anyone fighting.
Then the cart races began !
On the roof..
Hold on there Jimmy!
Jims feelin it!
Until he was almost ejected off the roof.
Sketchy!
Jack seemed determined to beat everyones time.
Around the turns.
Caught up on the fence !
No time for time loss!
haha..
Team Sanchez..
Just like team Edward.
I think..
Faster than a Romero at a funeral home!
Dam dirty bastard beat all of our times!
Jack was devastated :(
He worked so hard all night.
But, Just like any Chavez would he showed class in defeat.
A big brown hairy hug.
More roof cart racing March 26th!
Good night now!
