The food at A Fish Called Coogee was so good, we decided to walk the 2 kilometers to get there. We jumped off the pathway and tried to get a closer look at things a la Homey.
hate hotdogs. love hearing my feet rhythmically hit the ground when i'm out running. like crunching in snow...and admiring and destroying virgin snow...yoohoo! snow! ...beware of my size sevens. she don't eat meat, but she sure likes the bone - recovering vegetarian speak
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