Our friend, Jack, turned 30 in style on Saturday night in what began as a laidback -- even sensible -- barbecue, but inevitably devolved into barely contained hayhem. (We might have known those bales wouldn't be used for sitting.) Jack's family own a dairy farm, hence the availability of said hay and title of the post -- sorry to disappoint for those in search of more x-rated content. I exhort you to GET YOUR FILTHY MINDS OUT OF THE MILKING SHED.
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Can't wait for 31...
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