“Those of you concerned that No Reservations has suddenly taken a turn towards the travel TV version of Paul McCartney and Wings can rest assured that we’re already well into shooting season six and that it’s chockfull of jungle bugs, burning cocaine, backwoods hooch, and dick jokes. Sadly, no warthog anus as yet. But there’s always tomorrow.“
Bill Futreal
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Monday, September 14th 2009
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