I'm pretty sure there were Amish people out on a boat last night, and it wasn't one of those rowboat dealies either.
It would be fun to be Amish, I think. For maybe a day. Then I'd want a hot shower and some internet cuddle time, and I'd go on my Rumspringa and never return.
P.S. A weekend update is coming, I just have to edit it so it's not too long to be readable.
I like long, unreadable things.
ReplyDeleteYou would, Miss My New York Trip Takes Three Days and Eleven Bags of Baked Lays to Read Through In It's Entirety.
ReplyDeleteI loved every minute of it.
Except for the minute when I just made up the eleven bags of Baked Lays, because they sound really good to me right now. I wish they were digesting in my tummy.
Hahahahahaha!
ReplyDeleteEleven bags of Baked Lays...oh man.
I'll have to try those soon.
Holy fricative, I apologize... ITS, not IT'S. It won't happen again.
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