| Best Breakfast Burrito ever
devised... |
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| Exactly |
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| The posse |
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| Way off track but crucially all
downhill |
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| David, looking the picture of
perfect health |
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| The last USA Mimosa breakfast? |
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| The Golden Age of lunchtime living
draws to a close |
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| Contracting through CCI to make
ends meet |
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| A GIS power lunch |
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| Kelly Flat? Oh, the bike. They all
ditch us. Waaners. |
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| "so we have to pedal them
ourselves?" |
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| On the QT with KT |
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| Lance takes the Pearl St couches
for Graham to sleep on elsewhere |
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| The diminishing Denver posse |
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| Andy D gets hitched in style in
Chicago
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| Luxing it up at Vail hotel |
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| The (not Royal) Mile |
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| Blue skies. Euf. |
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| Scenes of many triumphs and not a
few tragedies |
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| Surrounded by Australians -- the
last 6 months of America distorts my diction more than the first 6 years |
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| 3 of JB's favourite things in the
world |
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| An entire summer of sunshine fails
to penetrate my ever-present clothes |
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| Mike, puking his guts up after a
bout with a Jack Daniels bottle the night before. Yes, you can see the
spew if you look hard enough |
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| The happiest shot of Percy
anyone's seen |
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| Arrivederci, Flanges. Gutted by my
own departure, they were to leave within the month. Awwww |
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| That arm, that cuddly bloke, the
stuffed animal, the icy minx. Where else? |
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| Who'd have thort it? |
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| Yes, the whole couch. On the car. |
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| An uphill struggle |
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