for Wendy
So, on our way back up, whilst I was sleeping, Fuzzy got onto route 99, which we have come to call Brigadoon Highway, because both he and my mother have mistakenly wandered onto it before. It wasn't bad, though, because it eventually meets up to the freeway we were actually supposed to be on. It also passes through Fresno, the armpit of California. Which led to this lovely little conversation.
Me: "Ah, Fresno, home of Timmy T."
Him: "No wonder it smells like ass."
posted by Cat Named Eggroll @ 9:07 PM
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OMG *dies* i fucking love you guys and i can NOT WAIT TO SEE BOTH OF YOU AAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH
also dude you missed a glorious opportunity here, if you had gone through some seriously residential areas you might have seen what LOOKED like a half-samoan wrestler working on an IROC but we would have in fact know it was one-time pop sensation Timmy Torres.... working on his IROC.
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