Home again, home again, jiggity jig. Or something like that. It's hard to remember those old nursery rhymes when your head is in a fog of jet lag, too many shots of tequila, and the butt-puckering memory of being hit from behind by a shark while scuba diving. I wasn't hurt, but damn! Thump. Turn. Piss my pants when I'm face to face with a
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*quickly makes off with your comment cherry*
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Don't dress in black and they won't think you're a seal.
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