Welcome to Bunny Hollow...but you can never leave.
April 6th 2007 So with the remaining bottles strapped securely in the boot, we picked up our banjos and headed for the mountains. We stopped for diesel at the "last fuel stop 'til Bell" only to be told by a Blunnie shod toothless harpy, leaning on one of the petrol pumps, smoking a cigarette that "Ya won't get any here, the f*cking powers off again." "Squawk! F*cking powers off again!" said the large red and
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