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On the way back from the airport we stopped off at the USF golf course, to pick up Shaene's dad.
This sign meant business. I guess they hate it when they're trying to line up a 500-yard drive and someone crunches down on a Ruffles.
These are some things of Shaene's: Her rabbit, her parents, and BoingBoing Bunny, who, if you disturb him, electronically emits a "boing! boing! boing!" sound that makes you afraid he's going to explode like those happy-face bouncing shrapnel mines in Unreal Tournament (Chaos Mode).
Back to New Tampa. Growth, sprawl, traffic.
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