Here we are at the Crown, a relic of Belfast's opulent Victorian days.
Us right before we realized we were somehow locked into our compartment and had to unceremoniously jimmy the lock open with my credit card. Classy, no?
Reid finally found something taller than he is, but doesn't seem too enthusiastic about it.
Trying oh so hard to make my first snowman...
Never knew I had such raw, untapped talent as a ventriloquist.
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