Amber and I had the best time ever at Disneyland. The pizza was forgettable but the classic rides and giant pickles in plastic baggies were unreal. We especially enjoyed pretending we were having the worst time ever - I'm sure we confused the handful of people who were nice enough to take our photographs. Not to mention, I realized a Motörhead t shirt might not be the most child-friendly garment to wear. OH WELL.
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