Why haven't you changed your background color to that beautiful shade of blue yet? And why oh why am I not represented in your link list of glory...
aquaducks for Brooke's going away? Is this really happening? I've been laying awake every night dreaming of the quacks. And all the laughter. And, of course, giant foam hands. Because after all Albany really, truly is EGGcellent.
actually what I meant to say is hijack the vehicle and take the peeps on our own tour... tell them fucked up Albany stories, things we've all done and where they happened...
Your stories might be too much for the general sightseeing populace, who would hurtle themselves from the bus in horror. Or if not that, my parting act of suicide via my own hurtling from the Aquabus would be (the last/first time I went on the aquabus, which is a de facto truth—ask anyone; no, really, I swear— I almost died of an asthma attack, gasping for air, a feeling which slowly subsided into panic as the aquabus plummeted into the river for its amphibious sightseeing adventure. Whether the panic was due in part to the bronchial condition or the up close adventure through this town will go down as own of the great mysteries. But either way, it freaked me out). –I’ll check the ticket situation real soon.
Another day, another dollar.
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Why haven't you changed your background color to that beautiful shade of blue yet? And why oh why am I not represented in your link list of glory...
aquaducks for Brooke's going away? Is this really happening? I've been laying awake every night dreaming of the quacks. And all the laughter. And, of course, giant foam hands. Because after all Albany really, truly is EGGcellent.
p.s. how the heck do you reply to blog comments? I'm confused. I'm new at this.
ry... are you coming through with the quack action or are we just going to have to hijack a ride on the back of the amphibious vehicle?
actually what I meant to say is hijack the vehicle and take the peeps on our own tour... tell them fucked up Albany stories, things we've all done and where they happened...
Your stories might be too much for the general sightseeing populace, who would hurtle themselves from the bus in horror. Or if not that, my parting act of suicide via my own hurtling from the Aquabus would be (the last/first time I went on the aquabus, which is a de facto truth—ask anyone; no, really, I swear— I almost died of an asthma attack, gasping for air, a feeling which slowly subsided into panic as the aquabus plummeted into the river for its amphibious sightseeing adventure. Whether the panic was due in part to the bronchial condition or the up close adventure through this town will go down as own of the great mysteries. But either way, it freaked me out). –I’ll check the ticket situation real soon.
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