I surfed my last American waves for a few years with Ian Maclellan and ate my last American ahi poke burrito with Ben Dodson. When you walk into an airport like this, you look like an idiot. We managed to get everything on the 9:30pm direct flight to Charles de Gaulle without forgetting "bitty" anywhere (our disgustingly fat, amorphous cat that Genna got from a dumpster somewhere east of LA).
Everyone loves Jojo
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