Despite all of my fretting and New England's best attempts to thwart me, I'm back in Providence, RI awaiting the start of my senior year at Brown. The ride up was mostly uneventful, though there was one story i'd like to share. Because his tank is heavy and difficult to carry when full, Monty the Happy Newt (tm) was riding on my lap in a half-
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i miss you like hell, but i've been driving fast while listening to great big sea, so i've been doing famously.
later fucktard.
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Seriously, though, when you go back to the Bakeshop, tell them all I said hi.
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Damn jews and your ugly king houses.
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- Woody
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I totally had similar reactions whenever I'd bring my snake into a restaurant with me when I brought her across the country. People would ask what I had, and after the first time I actually told them, I concocted the fiction that she was, in fact, muffins, so as to avoid the look of fear.
(ps. yay that Monty still lives! I forgot to ask you before how he was doing when I saw you at GC.)
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...and yay for friendly Bickford's waitresses. A rarity by far.
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