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greg hxc: Sweeney, now with more clothes
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greg hxc: How do you say "Ole!" in sass-anese?
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greg hxc: Oh you know. 50 people on bikes at a liquor store. Nothing to see here.
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greg hxc: As the lights go down...
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greg hxc: Salud, Professor
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greg hxc: Costume fail
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greg hxc: Watching out for bulls
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greg hxc: Fancy shirts are like bull repellent
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greg hxc: Matador slays el Vino
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greg hxc: Ladiez on da Dock
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greg hxc: You can't tell in the photo
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greg hxc: Hey, uh, anyone need any rope? I brought extra.
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greg hxc: Gambull
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greg hxc: The Bulls and Runners hang out together on breaks
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greg hxc: Los Legos de la Muerte
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greg hxc: Ole!
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greg hxc: Creeper bull is creepin
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greg hxc: Spoiler Alert: they ALL fall down
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greg hxc: On the docks
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greg hxc: Creep
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greg hxc: Sailing of the Bulls?
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greg hxc: Coors, the beer of BULLS
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greg hxc: How Joeball and Mon react to surprises
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greg hxc: Chase's bedroom face
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greg hxc: Not Impressed
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greg hxc: Gorings are way hotter than you'd imagine.
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greg hxc: Jeff "The Chest" Albertson
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greg hxc: Sippin on some sizurrrrrp
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greg hxc: Bust a move. No, not that one.
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greg hxc: Monica checking out ladies on bar