This is how Susan packed spices in her checked baggage when she flew over. I'm surprised she wasn't arrested. Also, the infamous microwave popcorn bowl that she lugged halfway around the world to Romania...where our apartment didn't have a microwave.
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Weekend in Mamaia
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When you are selecting a lounger at the beach I highly recommend getting one behind a bunch of girls who spend their day wrestling, dirty dancing and massaging one another.
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Off to Bucharest
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A big-ass unfinished fiasco
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Vama Veche
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I never did figure out what the billboard for the shopping mall was getting at.
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A few of the many, many Romanian hookers.
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