Dec. 26-27, 2002 in Key West
So, is that a Conch Fritter or are you just happy to see me?
The sun goes down, the Mature switch is flipped off!
There must be some good eatin' in there.
Cuddlin' at the Hemingway House, home of (duh) Ernest Hemingway in the 30s, and now home to about 61 cats.
Good thing the Rushing men are on the lookout at Ft. Zachary Taylor; or else the Dred Pirate Roberts would surely kill the troops in the morning.
Oink, I say. Oink!
Great. We've reached the end of the world. Turn around.
Forget shells, Jenn nabbed her a ferocious bit of coral!
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