So last weekend was our 8th annual OJ, and like others before it, this one was filled with friends, food, wine, and junior high potty humor. Unlike past years, however, we were in a super-duper-kickass house in Vermont, thanks to the hard work of our man Sco. We all plan to chip in so that we can ultimately buy it.
Highlights included:

and, of course,
"P.S. — doody."