Nothing says summer like roller coasters, ferris wheels, water slides, and hordes of 12-year-olds making out and groping one another. And I don't mean regular making out--I mean an experimental lick-fest. But what is it about tween love that's just so gnar-gnar? Is it their child flesh on the verge of rotting into adulthood? Or the chub-acne faces? Perhaps it's just their really awesome personalities. I think a tween love make-out and rub-down is twice as disturbing as 2 Girls, 1 Cup. Don't believe me? Well, a recent trip to Six Flags provided me with more than enough evidence to make my point.
Portrait One: Protector Of The Twomb
Portrait Two: Intimate Scratching
Portrait Three: The Humpasaurus
Portrait Four: Why Are We Talking About Homework At Six Flags?
Portrait Five: The Photographer Is Busted
Portrait Six: Nerd Love
Portrait Seven: Happy To Touch Hands
Portrait Eight: Staring Is Caring
Portrait Nine: Twangsters