Spent the past 2 days up in the Ozark mountains. I didn't wear pants almost the whole time, hell I didn't wear a stitch of clothes 95% of the time. I really go in touch with my ancestral witch roots and danced naked around the fire under the stars. Oh, I almost left out all of the fucking. Did I mention that I don't want to be home? Wish I would have got pictures, but I was having too much fun to think about the camera.
