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London that Night…


So, of course, we follow them into the bathroom. A giant guy and one of the smartest (and coolest) girls I’ve ever met tell me to follow them into a bathroom in London.  What the heck?  I’m following them in!  … Continue reading

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Europe…


I spin around to the bartender and order a shot of something.  Anything at this point.  Just have to get it in me as soon as I can.  I drink foofy drinks.  I can’t handle the hard stuff.  I get … Continue reading

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