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The team
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No photos!
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A work of art in the medium of ketchup
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Note Gav cupping the buttocks of an imaginary lady
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The wound
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The pose
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The man who steals pink gloves!
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This was meant to be reservoir dogs. Never mind
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Group photo, sports bar
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I was trying to do something other than my usual zany smile. I won't bother next time!
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Calum shows the hand that's gonna slap goat if he grasps Gem any harder!
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Leaving. Tut tut.
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Looking sane there Joe!
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Ewan, Jonno, Gav
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If you didn't think kids sweets looked seductive, think again!
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And if dry sherbet didn't swing you, surely this'll change your mind! (wonder how many ladies he enticed with this one!)
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Sorry Gav, I recall you missed this shot because of me
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Tug o' war
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How can they still be winning when they're all on the floor?!
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Pull!
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Pete, Alan, Joe.
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Peter, exploding
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Looks like Gemma's trying to hug Calum, but Pete's in the way, and Calum's asleep!
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I tried and tried, but couldn't get a dial tone
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That's plain wrong Angus.
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The Kessock boys
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One of them worked out where to look
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This was hilarious, Pete got ID'd at 1.30am on a Sunday morning, randomly in the Barony.
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Suave Gav
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From the ground again.
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