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Epcot...
...Was amaaaaazing. It was me, Lindsey French, Rachel Regan, and Chelsea something... And a guy named Will at some point.
We drown in the Straight of Gibralter.
And ate turkey legs like scavengers.
We sat front row at the Beatles impersonators.
And danced in Morocco.
Did kung-fu in Japan to the drums.
And got a hot Norweigen guy's autograph.
Screamed obnoxiously loud on the cheesy rides Epcot had, to make them more fun.
And we jumped over the Straight of Gibralter.
And I was saved from drowning in the Straight of Gibralter by my bay watch babe, Rachel.
We were a human train on a little bridge above toy trains in Germany. (Come on ride the train, choo choo, choo right in...)
And ran over a grassy hill to get to the turkey legs.
And ran everywhere else.
We contemplated what the glittery stuff on the Epcot sign was (lights or giant tinsil).
I bought cool shoes in china for 7$.
I picked the nose of a troll.
We played hide and seek in a garden maze.
And we embarrassed Ms. Hoover at lunch by banging our bodies on the window of their french cafe.
We took pictures of a studly moose.
And with the 4 of us squished in a telephone booth.
And of us drowning.
And of us in silly hats.
And of us in more silly hats while pretending that we're attacking each other.
And eating the turkey legs.
And of silly faces.
And bootys.
And in a cafe in France.
Viva la classe de Francaise!
Overall....We loved the Straight of Gibralter. (which, btw, was just a different coloured part of sidewalk between France and Morocco).
...Was amaaaaazing. It was me, Lindsey French, Rachel Regan, and Chelsea something... And a guy named Will at some point.
We drown in the Straight of Gibralter.
And ate turkey legs like scavengers.
We sat front row at the Beatles impersonators.
And danced in Morocco.
Did kung-fu in Japan to the drums.
And got a hot Norweigen guy's autograph.
Screamed obnoxiously loud on the cheesy rides Epcot had, to make them more fun.
And we jumped over the Straight of Gibralter.
And I was saved from drowning in the Straight of Gibralter by my bay watch babe, Rachel.
We were a human train on a little bridge above toy trains in Germany. (Come on ride the train, choo choo, choo right in...)
And ran over a grassy hill to get to the turkey legs.
And ran everywhere else.
We contemplated what the glittery stuff on the Epcot sign was (lights or giant tinsil).
I bought cool shoes in china for 7$.
I picked the nose of a troll.
We played hide and seek in a garden maze.
And we embarrassed Ms. Hoover at lunch by banging our bodies on the window of their french cafe.
We took pictures of a studly moose.
And with the 4 of us squished in a telephone booth.
And of us drowning.
And of us in silly hats.
And of us in more silly hats while pretending that we're attacking each other.
And eating the turkey legs.
And of silly faces.
And bootys.
And in a cafe in France.
Viva la classe de Francaise!
Overall....We loved the Straight of Gibralter. (which, btw, was just a different coloured part of sidewalk between France and Morocco).