Mildly inblognito
Somewhere about Goderich, I lost my give a fuck.. I may pick it up on the way back, or i may swerve to run it over as I see it staggering along the road.
It may be that the lack of communication access had put me in a third world frame of mind, or it may be that the chlorination of the crystal clear private pool beckons harder than my desire to communicate with the outside world.
Oh, and Tim Hortons coffee sucks a diseased goat’s ass. No wonder these fuckers are all batshit crazy, they drink this vile filth every day.
About 12 years ago, all the Bess Eaton’s in the Groton area turned into Tim Horton’s….it was a very sad day.
Vacation, all I ever wanted
Vacation, had to get away . . .
Don’t understand the aversion to Tim Horton’s, but it’s ok, just leaves more for me.
And I liked the Bess Eaton’s in Groton, also.
Sorry to here they’re gone, but there’s always Norm’s Diner (even though it’s a new owner).
Kyaa ha ha ha, I knew you were headed to Canada this week!
Bah to the coffee. I say Timbits… Honey Kruller or Apple Fritter Timbits… but they have to be fresh.
As for Canada… crazy is as crazy does.