Ash looks like he's indulged in 5
jack & cokes too many... |
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David, look into her eyes |
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Hard to say: is Davis being
Plasto'd, or is Kelly being Davis'd? |
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Fran, never mind falling asleep in
front of the love lamp in Pearl St, what the badgers is that jumper all
about? |
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Robbie shows us exactly what he
thinks of our group |
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Heather & Todd's houseparty.
Jon Fowler puts in an appearance as a racoon. |
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Looks like we've been Buddha'd |
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Kat does tango lessons, after
informing us about wine (note to Erin, should you be out there, tell Kat
there's no such thing as the Zinfandel grape. But do it with decorum) |
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Kim uses her back to full effect
in the karaoke |
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Katie puts in a backbreaking
effort in the Pearl St State Park |
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Shiv tries to pre-emptively alcorage on Katie
|
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Ragazzi ubriachi |
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After the cultural experience of
Europe it was obvious that what was called for was a solid night of
brain-wrecking |
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Chris is surprised to see himself
out. And I do mean 'out'. |
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In my humble opinion, the catalyst
for this autumnal booze outburst was the return of our very own
actress-in-waiting (or ushering), Linday C. |
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Nickie on the booze
|
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Monica makes a splash with the
locals |
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Seanie is conned into karaoke
("it's a martini bar with lots of shallow-but-well-dressed people
paying $12 for a redbullvodka") |
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Kelly as a gurning mannequin |
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Escape artists |
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Steph strikes a sombre pose |
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Not for long |
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In spite of efforts to prevent
their entry, a trio of wandering unemployed layabouts* invade proceedings
at Lime.
*can one wander and layabout at the same time? |
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