I'm with my friend AT in Erie, PA. I drove down from Buffalo (as in shuffle off to) yesterday, and we are on our way to "The Burgh!" I will post a more detailed rundown of our escapades once I get back, but for now, I am assuming (which we never do because it makes an ass out of YOU and me, right?) that a list will suffice.
1. Thinking we were going around the corner only to drive all the way up to New York about 45 minutes from my house.
2. Dime Store Indians
3. Doing the lawn mower, the sprinkler and other assorted "white man's overbite" dances in the car to Justin Timberlake.
4. Laughing so hard I thought I was going to pee in my pants. Which I haven't done in a long time. Laugh or pee, that is.
5. Eating at Smuggler's Wharf outside and wondering if birds were going to poop in my glass.
6. Ummm, that's about it.
RRREEEEOOOOWWWRRRR!
Ya know... you guys really make me miss the East Coast....
Don't worry baby..
it's me..
Justin..
*queue music*
I don't know which Burgh you went to, but it wasn't the real one. The real "The Burgh" is about 45 minutes from the city. :P
howard, it's like the shopping cart but instead of loading the cart with items from the shelves you start the engine with a tug of the rope.
Well, Christ. If I'd known you were going to be out of town, I wouldn't have sent you that box of delicious cookies.
Oh well. If you have a shotgun, I suppose you can still use them as clay pigeons.