The drive to Providence was long and distinguished, like my johnson. Mainly because of the traffic around Boston, which has little to do with my johnson but is relevant here for purposes of explanation. But once we arrived in Providence, it was phat city.
This is the view from the window next to my table at the restaurant my blogging friend Jason recommended for me, Al Forno. I had one of their famous pizzas.
And some beer.
We drove west into the edge of Connecticut, so my companions could take credit for visiting another state, crossed Massachusetts, and returned to New Hampshire, or “home base.”
At one point, a cop pulled us over and walked up to the driver’s side of the car.
Cop: Where you guys going?
Driver: New Hampshire
Cop: You guys military?
Driver: Yes, we are.
Me: And, I’m Matt Damon!
Cop: *chuckles* Okay, go ahead now.
Best incident of getting pulled over ever!
4 states crossed in one evening. Great meal. My 50th state visited.
Were I President, I’d land on a carrier and hang a “Mission Accomplished” banner. Since I’m not, I’ll just go out drinking some more in New Hampshire.
I would like a Pretty Bride ruling on the length and distinction of said johnson.
Or, on second thought, maybe not.
I’ll just let you keep that between the two of you.
It belongs between the 2 of us.
So nice to meet you at the karaoke.
If this writing thing doesn’t work out, consider employment as a wedding singer.
I would LOVE that! But Wells Fargo would probably not want to have to force me into foreclosure.
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