But then things sadly whipped themselves into perfect shape, horsed overs and Orange Whip was dispensed, groaning tables of Prime were dispatched with and the dancing women were ushered forth. Sean kept his pants on. I don't believe any cake even got jammed down Dash's normally receptive cake-hole. Oh well. Everyone has fun anyway and we somehow missed the hangover bus on Day Two as well... What the? Here Uno searches for Quiet Anne's missing oratory thunder.
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