Hanging at Stony Brook. Can’t understand the English from the staff, the intercom sounds like marbles, there’s ants all over one bathroom down in ER (first floor bath was shut down). Second trip after coffee to the main bathroom next to Starbucks I find this. Fucking dirty bastards. Four feet...
One way is much different then the 500 miles you guys did and I remember a “I’m not dealing with this fucking traffic again” rotflmfao.
My wife’s right, this global whatever amnesia I got is selective.
My ride back was zen with a lucent glow. Had zero traffic except for Worcester for a min...
Thinking back you all were going to basically Williamsport to that collectors museum. That’s the same distance to Laconia from ferry. My ass don’t play dat game.
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