The Crew or As much as I dislike you all individually, its surpising how much I like you collectively.
The Venue(s).
The Guard Dog.
The Muscle.
I don't know who this guy is.
Or this guy.
The beach.
The night.
(Yes, that is a card carrying attorney staring into a piece of plastic.)
The Music.
The Mission Range.
The Bocce.
The Big Sky.
The reason we all got to spend three days on kick ass Flathead Lake...
The Foleys to be.
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