So about a year ago my boss, Karlyn Bunting, and I went on a film trip on Grand Canyon Helicopters. They are sweet helicopters, the luxury birds of the sister companies. We went to film and take pictures of the helicopters so we jumped on a tour to the bottom of the Canyon at the West Rim from Las Vegas. The Vegas filming was an experience. We got left on ramp without security badges. Our freak'n escort left us. So we caught a ride in a utility truck or van. It had some whore poster in the back, yeah, nice decor in a company vehicle. The ride to the Canyon was awesome. It was a tour that flew from Vegas to the West Rim lands at the bottom. The pilot serves champagne, water, cheese, and fruit and such. We always have a little fun on these trips so we MAY have indulged a little. We got some pictures and such. We get back and burn all the pictures and video to DVDs and send it off the Grand Canyon Helicopters. So where am I going with this. I was checking out their website to compare and see how they worded descriptions of a certain tour and up in the banner, random selected pictures, I see me hanging out with a champagne bottle. Ha ha! Check out the website. It's in the random selected picture in the banner on the left. It took me like 20 times refreshing to finally see it again.
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Now I know we have talked about our urges to drink but I thought that we overcame this. Do we need to have another talk. Oh forget it. Where's mine?
Sweet bird. Almost as cool as my remote control heli. Probably flies better though. I wrecked mine.
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