...escape! 30, Dirty, and Flirty baby! Highlander-style.
muwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha (deep breath) hahahahaha. Yesssss.
Anywho! Fergalicious, Megamoo, Elizabethita, Michaelo, Juliana, Zannahbanana, et all, are about to get tackled with an american style bear hug and raspberries galore from a very silly girl.
Jesus Henry Christopher Christ. There might be a (calming breath)...Colin... sighting? Dear god. Married Scotsman are dangerous. Thankfully Joious will be with me, and a bottle of Edradour, and a Viking hat, and a phote for tweeeetering.
Actually quite nervous at the moment. Little memories fell from the heavens into my stomach, where's they're running around like wee lil chickens without heads, or muppets in a snow-globe post-shaking. Or Smurfs. Yes, I like the idea that my anxious-nervous are in the image of smurfs. Crazy, crazy smurfs. Anyway, this is my coping mechanism. Expectations are a bitch. The less, the better. Thus is escape.
Can you bring nerf guns on planes?
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