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Why we don't invite Don out much. |
Pounding down the blender drinks |
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"Don't mess with Mr. T, fool!" |
"Nun-chuk" takes a blow to the chin that makes her take the Lord's name in vain. |
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Melissa and Ken |
Ready to salsa...or spin around like idiots. |
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The salsa teacher (no, not me) and his star pupils. |
Millennium Babes - Past and Present |
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Believe it or not, but we're doing the salsa here. |
When things began to slow down, Ken took over and got things crankin'. |
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With blinding speed, Ken bangs the bongos. |
They tried, but could not succeed in salsa-ing better than Ken and Lynn. |
Employment at Millennium brings with it benefits such as partying with the boss. |
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Warming up for more salsa action. |
"Yep, I can get all of us in the frame!" |
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"Now ladies, no need to fight over me." |
Kenny sandwich |
Melissa's Gene Simmons impression. |
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Me and the babes! |
Winding down at Ebar. |