It's time for another nutty Fourth of July adventure. This time it's a return to the rustic charms of upstate New Yuck with Jimmy Crack Corn and company. We leave this afternoon, drive five hours, and get there just in time to go to bed. It's going to be awesome!
That is, if I don't die of viral meningitis.
Oh, and there's one hurdle I have to clear before I can depart on my weekend of fun.
Another session with Nickoalle.
3 comments:
Billy Mays died! Do a commemorative post!
I'd do one myself but my sister-in-law and her husband are in town and I'm too busy.
Did you survive your Lyme disease?! (Or it could have been West Nile -- don't forget about that!)
Ooh, I just thought of something. We need a really big celebrity -- someone who used to be HUGE but is going through a decline, preferably with a really freaky personal life -- basically Tom Cruise -- we need Tom Cruise to die of the swine flu. Then the media will finally be able to completely disregard the pesky goings-on in Washington and Pyongyang and the like, and finally cross over to all celebrity death porn, all the time!
Do you ever get the feeling we're living in one of those bleak futures from a mid-20th-century dystopian novel?
No, no, ambero, Cruise is too big (figuratively speaking, of course; I think he's around the same height as Matt Roloff). We need someone more like Kathy Najimy or Kathy Bates to bite it from the piggy flu. Ooh, or maybe Kirstie Alley!
And what's with your exclusive blog? I've tried to visit numerous times, but the Blogger Bouncer won't let me in! Am I not cool enough for An Awfully Big Adventure anymore?
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