I could duck-walk through these and would have been much more comfortable on my hands and knees. Barb preferred to stay above ground. They didn't even charge extra for the bats. The wildest part though was after crawling through the hospital and command centre for the Vietcong guerillas, I popped out of the ground in front of a fridge of ice-cold Pepsi.
Monday, April 28, 2008
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