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The whole MDS crew, and us, all
gung-ho and chipper at 7:30 in the blessed a.m.
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and she does ceilings too!
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Anthony's mom apparently forgot to
tell him never to play with his food.
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That is one industrial-strength
paintbrush...
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Big Mike... how we shall miss him.
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Brit's gonna knock you down...
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The first of the unrelated Thomas
brothers.
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Our fearless leaders, Lois and Erica...
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who seem to appreciate the hippie-ness
of the Princes' school bus.
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Miles of smiles. Miles, and miles, and
miles.
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but Lois will show you Wrath.
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Every spring break trip needs a crazy
German... ours was named Fete and called us all "Senorita".
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It's Joel, with a hat, a van...
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and a tree. Hmm... Tarzan!
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Look at John regulate those crawfish.
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"This is unit 745 to the southbound
convoy on I-81... please be advised that it is illegal to broadcast the
position of a police officer over the radio."
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Justin appears to be a very thoughtful
person.
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He also has a scary side...
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Kathleen, probably thinking about
either trees or Jesus.
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Or just about that drink of water...
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It's a good thing we had Kathy to
gather up stray chickens wandering around the work site.
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Everybody's favourite Katie...
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Somehow, Krista survived a week with
the Dupuis girls...
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And the walls survived a week of Kyla.
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Mike also appears to be a thoughtful
and considerate person...
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Rob also missed the lesson on not
playing with your food.
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But eventually settled down to eating
it. Ten bucks says he's thinking about Miles Davis here.
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Steven, Taters, Studly Spudly... that
which we call a Spud by any other name...
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Still looks ridiculous in that jacket.
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Tiana, holding a bottle of water and
giggling on the inside...
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Painting, and still giggling.
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Vaughn - aka. the token Canadian.
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