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| Unruly
mob loitering in the parking lot |
Uh oh,
it's the fuzz!! |
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| Deputy
Bob approaches |
He calls
for backup |
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| Suddenly,
he realizes he's outnumbered and decides to surrender peacefully |
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| Oh, Ginny,
could you put that camera down for just a minute!!! |
I guess
she's hopeless. I may as well give in. |
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| Everyone
gets their turn. ME FIRST!!! |
...and
Chris |
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| ...and
Debra |
...and
Wendy |
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| ...and
Charlyn |
...and
Becky |
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| ...and
Debbie |
and...well, I don't know who she is, but
mental note to self...have Bobby sign my shirt next time.
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Even the DJ couldn't keep his hands off of him! |
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| We were
discussing recipes...no, REALLY!! |
Fred stood in for Ward. He had the
arms folded stance down pat...he just has to work on the fierce
look...we weren't buying it, Fred!!
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Even though he was carrying a gun, Chris
and I were brave enough to grope his knees! And others groped
other things...but I'll let them 'fess up themselves.
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Okay, show of hands...how many of you
believe I just wanted to get a good picture of his cop belt
with all the cool stuff on it?
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