Soff's run was strategically set to have a drink stop scheduled at the unsuspecting Nez down the road. Here we are ambushing Nez's abode before we kicked Thomas' footbal on the roof and drank all his port.
Lost on the beach...
This is where we ran, or where GoneAgain ran, which is not exactly where everybody else ran. My N95 gadget was on me the whole time as I ran around Nez's backyard and ran up and down at the on-on so I actually clocked over 10kms...
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