Just for the record, there are a million other things than I would rather do on a Friday night than go out and rub up against all the great american gross-outs that crawl out of their 9-5 caves do drink themselves into oblivion all weekend long. That being said, here are some pics of my moms with a white hawk. Gore.Gous. Shortly after this photo was taken, the bird died in a collision during flight, with another bird- thats freakin fast man!! I'm sipping on a glass of Jameson as we speak, and I guess I should go get ready to go out, siiiigh, Scott is in town and I think I'm supposed to show him a good time here in Los Angeles....parteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!! xoxo
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