“Do stay for the Poppuns…”

Every once in a while, I feel my whole life is a constant reference to arrested development.  Whether it was when I actually DID the G.O.B. chicken dance one day when calling my friend a chicken… or here, in Gibraltar, which feels like the Wee Britain featured in the series… with a bit more Spanish thrown in.

I’ve been watching for “Merry” to come swinging down from a building everywhere I go…

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