Greetings from Willits, California. I'm in a hotel room with wi-fi getting ready to head out for a hotel lobby breakfast.
I'm here with a couple of friends and our destination is the Humbolt County Fair in Ferndale.
I'm hoping to find my Funny there. I'm starting to miss the little fella. The last place I saw it was in Paris. I'm thinking it might have ditched me for a French hottie. Who can blame it? Had the opportunity presented itself to me, I would've done the same thing. Something tells me that my Funny wouldn't be so understanding.
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My friend is suggesting some things to write as I'm typing this. She wants you all to know that I'm wearing a tiara and she dared me to wear it to breakfast. Stay tuned. It might be just the thing to lure my coy Funny back.
3 comments:
Also good with the Funny? Weed. And, since you're not going to Mt. Shasta, you're in the next best place.
Neel, Weed the city or weed the smokable? Both are humor worthy.
As for you, Miss JR, someone had to TELL you to write about the tiara? If I were wearing a tiara, I'd have a week of blog posts about it. Hell, I'm gonna milk several posts out of my facial hair.
Neel: Weed is not good for my Funny. My Funny is an odd little duck. Weed makes her paranoid.
Mike: Your facial hair is actually funny. In a good way. My tiara, not so much.
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