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Escalante goes to Gymnastics

Karin tried to call it a hiatus, but I was kidnapped by the one they call Linnea. She forced me through a set of trials she called "tumbling class."
First she made me walk the plank

Balance beam Linnea and Escalante

Once I got the hang of it, I really liked it. She tried to get me down though, so I bit her.
Linnea helping Escalante balance

Then she made me watch from the sidelines while she jumped on the trampoline.

Escalante watching Linnea on the trampoline

Then I discovered pinche Esteban from bendejoslandia.

Escalante and Esteban

You did not doubt the great pointiness of the Great Escalante's teeth in battle did you?
I triumphed and became the lord of the rings

Escalante is the lord of the rings

I rode the Pommel Horse off into the Sunset

Escalante rides the Pommel Horse

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  1. AnonymousOctober 8, 2008 at 12:14 PM

    I miss you escalante! why didn't you call... I thought we had a good time... a connection even. And now this?

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  2. Karin MitchellOctober 8, 2008 at 7:38 PM

    Los siento, pero soy vagabundo.

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