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The RPA courtyard, where the magic happens, baby.
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Big time ballers Larry (as in the "P" in Postaer) and TK (as in, um, Tom) sharing some wine and fellowship.
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Talk to the ear, I mean, the hand. Wait, let me start that again.
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If you are trying to pretend you are interested in a conversation (of which you have absolutely no interest) posture like this
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My Beautiful Jay Tay won the Collosus Award. Unfortunately, it does not come with new sunglasses in the prize package
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The peeps voted for their favorites. Theirs was newcastle.
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Account and Creative so love each other at RPA. In fact, they will demonstrate that with this completely contrived pose.
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Superheroes, especially ones named "Collusus" must live a life of solitude. No one really understands.
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Armen going all Richard Grieco. Seriously, is that a cigarette in your ear?
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Gomez didn't get the funny face memo.
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The lid that ate Cincinnati
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How to flip off your intern, while holding a beer
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Connie goes crazy
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The League about to convene
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TR readies our fearless caped crusader, the always spirited Gerry Rubin
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No one rocks the cape with such pizazz
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Gerry readies the crowd to meet the superheroes
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The domestic beer wasn't a big hit.
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Fool me once, I wear a blue shirt.
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The beer line became impossible
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...but a coy look got certain people to the front of the line
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The big time Playas club
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Oooorange you glad I didn't say Tunic, get it, oh, never mind.
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...I don't get it.
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Has anyone seen my Good cape?
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The happy sandwich smile.