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We'd better start by saying sorry. There has been a bit lately. Do you have to squeeze a few weeks into a bouillon cube, we are now in Los Angeles, after tongued along the coast through Washington and Oregon, seen almost all California ports, beach and surf towns, mr gattis buffet Arizona's flat dusty landscape and Nevada deserts and casinos. We have Campet many times stolen mr gattis buffet hotel shampoo in Vegas, made cuisine at various hostels, and boredom created the legend of the Dunkin 'dependent country-rap world star' John the Pigs' and 'King', the arrogant mr gattis buffet competition horny legend whose head is not can be immersed. mr gattis buffet The reason why none of this is blogged to bits as it should is that we've been too busy to move us from place to place to enable us down and test to tell some of the stories we've been with. I (Kasper) started in drunkenness a blog in San Francisco, but then came from the back, so now, here in Hollywood, we will in all sober seriousness sample to sum up the whole mess.
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The trip started as said in Seattle, where Christopher and I had stayed a few days before we met the others. It's a really cool city that is very laid back and haunts several coffee places than anywhere else in the world. This was where Starbucks started, and it makes you, which ties in well with the large amount of rain the sheep. The rain ended happily almost completely then, and now, here in LA, we are beginning to believe that the sun will shine forever. I wonder if Denmark is to smash it for us when we return home.
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