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| Dreaming of the pure, glimmering blanket of white that will be the place called Tremblant. |
All the shades of grey, and still young and free. |
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| The Club Prez about to smack Dano. |
Anbody know the cure for Wonky-eye? 'Cause I think the guy behind me, to the right, has it. |
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| Tremblant, we are here... |
...and we're not leaving. |
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| "It's called Chowder!" |
Let's raise the blood level in preparation for the later festivities. |
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| Little did they know, that just outside of their window... |
...this mob of cold and hungry hooligans was about to break in and steal their cookies. |
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| "Man, somebodies gotta go, this corner of the bus just ain't big enough for all of us." |
Ooooh, that's strike three young man, now I'm gonna have to break every one of your toes if you don't gimme that camera! |
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| "Hang on, let me put this camera down." |
Yeah, they're just sittin'... |
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| ...having some drinks... |
...and maybe having some drinks. |
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| Dang wonky-eye's catching. |
NOO!! The keg's empty!!!. |
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| Sorry officer, we're just lost and confused. |
When the fun begins... |
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| ...and never ends. |
I'm gonna spit in your eyes!! |
