Zak and I attended his summer work party, where we got properly sunburnt and rued the day we didn't where sunscreen. At least all of that time waiting in the line under the sun allowed me to get my moustache. That's a rose between me lips. Zak had submitted lots of ideas at work, and won a ride in the helicopter. It fit six passengers, who got to squeeze together, as well as the pilot. Pleased to say no heads were chopped off in the process of loading and unloading the heli. We had a lot of fun eating food and snow cones throughout the day, and I got to meet more of Zak's co-workers.
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| Yes, that is money attached to sheep, chased by children. |
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| Pigs! |
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