I bet you 2 jack & cokes you
don't move back to England |
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The dimishing Denver posse |
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Ye gads, Pearl St doesn't half
look respectable now we're gorn |
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Flat out |
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One final jaunt over to Steph's,
post-bar |
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Faux blondies |
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Whose foot? |
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aha... |
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Squeeze the last vanity photes out |
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Only a few left |
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First shot I take in Blighty,
astounded in JB's even-smaller-than-a-pantry kitchen (about the same size
as my own). Matt pouting (is he still in his trademark undies?). |
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Dodgy geezer in Vaults,
approximates a purple hooter |
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La Collier |
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The Stoppenhagens investigate a
British taxi |
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Chez Stopp |
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An Al Brown-patented man hoover |
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