potty-mouthed, misogynist import. For accounts of the residual of the fest, the blogosphere's got it covered - Nutmeg, Shellie too AOF convey all posted their perspectives. I was lucky plenty to marking a ticket from Neil of At My Table, which included entry to a unwittingly encounter Neil's daughter, enjoin how-do-you-do to Mellie & EG of tummyrumbles, too hang out amongst PG for an hr or so, catching upwards too guffawing over the wonderful, terrible too occasionally nonsensical products existence pitched only about us. For the virtually business office I happily kept my wallet tucked away.
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