I went to school in Madison for a year, and at the end of that year we were moving out of our apartment when these pictures were taken. Mark had just stopped by the booze shop that was but steps from our backdoor ( to the detriment of our brains ) to pick up alittle something light to drink. In the few minutes he was gone we pulled everything out of the fridge, Neil took off his shirt and put on a stocking, jumped inside, and the game was afoot.

I think Mark was suprised. I probably would have soiled myself.