Loading ...Once again a vacation involving Family. That’s no vacation. To quote French and Saunders, “I can’t wait to get away from the crap that is our lives!” But we’ll see Che! Then we’ll be just like the Dawn & French parody of Thelma and Louise. “What are you doing, Thelma? You’re crazy!” “I am drinking, Louise. I am DRINKING!”
We’ll be back on SP by the middle of next week! Until then, “I am smoking, Louise! I am SMOKING!”
Buy me a beer!
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Of course Che will still be here to entertain. Or complain. Or whatever. Che started all of this after all! Che is the reason for the season!
Of course, our trip will probably be like the last part of French & Saunders parody of Thelma and Louise.
Jennifer: People are going to look at this and they’re going to think we’re in Texas!
Dawn: No, Jennifer, they are not. They are going to see this and see two freezing cold women in the middle of winter in Cornwall.
freezing cold in Cornwall? I think not. Its 103 degrees down here, with a lovely heat index of 115. Luckily we get frequent short-lived storms, but those are just god’s evil way of prolonging our already slow death from heat exhaustion and dehydration. You’ll be two boiling hot gay men in the middle of summer on the Piedmont. And, unlike Cornwall, not a cliff in sight to drive off of.
ha ha!
Happy drinking and smoking!