Burnout: Miami Dos

Posted: April 15th, 2009

Driving around, checking out spots. You know how it goes.

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Couldn’t a done it without our local guide, Ryan. Thanks, dude.

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Colt nosegrinded it.

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Solamente amigos….

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Mark stretches it out before the session.

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I think it’s some sort of Tai Chi.

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Q: ‘Do you really like rock music?’ A: ‘Kid Rock? Yeah. He’s tight.’

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Water-hazard rating: Max.

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Hey Mark. Does that Boost phone still work? Ahh Yeah.IMG_3591.jpg
Just mates.

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The famous triangle.

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Kirby sighting!

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Sensible supper.

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Our I-phone apps are gonna lift us out of this chicken-shit industry.

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Wait Ewan ... I think they forgot to fry the plate.

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Back to the hotel, Bratrud sets about to crack the code.

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’What about a farting alarm app? Think, Bratrud! Think!’