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- No Sheep? No problem.
- Crazy Lady Headquarters
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- Wicked Royalty
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- It Looked Bigger in European Vacation
- Day 2: Still no British Zombies
- Day Two and We Haven't Killed Each Other...Yet
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I shall start the slow clap for the blog. These lads know how to tell a tale.
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Join in whenever.
So sad. Your summer bro-mance has come to an end.
Did Scott wear that jacket every day?
Did YOU steal me lucky charms?
The "Tart with the Cart".
great job on the blog, fellas.
Had me in stitches...
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Beware of gypsies at the airport! Don't fall for the old Please Hold My Baby trick. And if you get squirted with mustard think nothing of it and mind your own.
Enjoyed the vicarious ride! Hope your flight home is good. Be safe...
"Did Scott wear that jacket every day?"
Scott wears that jacket everyday, even in the summer.
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