...that just keeps calling me, down the road that's where I'll always be. Every stop I make, I meet a new tramp.
That show was just about a mangy dog. This is about Dunk and me which, some may say, is a little bit better. D already beat me to the otter story so i'll tell you that shortly after we saw some rabid half tail racoon that looked like it wanted to bite our faces off, still a buff gay man by the toilets was singing it's praise's.
My spas back has returned but not to badly, however I doo have to carry my massively heavy rucksack today which will probably destroy it. Were off to the island to see mermaids and wizzards and Dunks mate Morgan. Never thought I would say this but concrete is the way forward and the street here is unbelievable. Ledges, rails manual blocks and steps and shit everywhere. We have already done a fair bit of filming. I think Dunk has his next section already. I did a dogs leg. Take it easy.
Krispo
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