The cat ran away with my number two key. This makes sending email a little difficult.
The Summer Arts Festival started today, so I dressed up like a tourist. All I need now is a fanny pack.
This is (obviously) a barbershop quartet. I don't think you really understand how much acappella singing creeps me out...I'm getting hives just thinking about it.
One of stickers on this truck read "show your tities, win a balloon"
These people are doing the I-have-lost-all-sense-of-rhythm-so-I-will-flail-around-to-my-internal-juke-box Hippie Dance. A search on the internet turned up this "discussion" of the Hippie Dance.
Evelyn, Lupita, Adam, and I, came to Oakland (the cutest town in Oregon). Adam was forced to leave because the charmingness of Oakland was just too much for him.
This graffiti would be funny if I could read it/remember what it said.
I spent a long time staring at this picture trying to decipher what was so funny about it (or probably more likely what was vaguely amusing about it).
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