BuddaBoy: The Tampico Hotel, San Antonio
BuddaBoy: The Sloth Sleeps Today
BuddaBoy: Jennison is Game for something
BuddaBoy: Trust Me, I'm Doing Biomedical Science
BuddaBoy: Typical English Breakfast (rob style)
BuddaBoy: Has Pandy scored?
BuddaBoy: Carter And His Ventrilaquists Dummy Entertain The Locals!
BuddaBoy: Hey guys! ... have you seen whats down this plug hole?
BuddaBoy: Too much drink, too much ginger
BuddaBoy: Roses
BuddaBoy: Ahoy there me hearties! Ak, ak, ak
BuddaBoy: Daytime In The West End, San Antonio
BuddaBoy: ...and the morning after she was all but an inflatable!
BuddaBoy: IB_GROUP4
BuddaBoy: Shaun knocks back the last drop of cum
BuddaBoy: "I promise to do my best, blah blah blah..."
BuddaBoy: The arse bandits left their calling card
BuddaBoy: The menace to society gives 'em the fingers
BuddaBoy: The sunset from the Tampico apartments balcony
BuddaBoy: Smokin' in the sun
BuddaBoy: Carta is out-of-it before we get out-on-the-town!
BuddaBoy: We told Shaun the drugs just don't work...
BuddaBoy: Carta was just checks what he had for dinner, yum - kebabs!
BuddaBoy: 'ard as fake tats
BuddaBoy: Snappin #2
BuddaBoy: Snappin #1
BuddaBoy: Little did Rob realise he had an obscure object lodged in the back of his head
BuddaBoy: Respec to da ladies
BuddaBoy: Robs got the Ibiza feeling
BuddaBoy: Carta models the exclusive Tampico Towels