Thursday 11 June 2009

Shaggy




Here is a picture of Shaggy from the posable set of Scooby Doo characters we found in a charity shop in Corsham. Rich pickings. He didn't dirrrrnk the wine. I may have drink the wine. No. Really, my sister drank the wine.
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WEM

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