This morning when I left North Conway for Marblehead, it was -11 degrees Fahrenheit. That's freaking MINUS ELEVEN!!! Which is cold, even for a mountain of a man like me.
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Can't say that it slowed me down though. After a quick stop in Marblehead to check email and prepare some documents, it was off to Maynard, then Sturbridge in a hectic search for Nanepashemet paypoints. Elsier was wielding his way through Rhode Island, and we had Rockland, Maine covered... among other things.
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The weather is cold... but Nanepashemet remains sizzling hot.
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Monday, January 26, 2009
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Anonymous said...
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I rekomends you keep your woolies on and a flagon of antifreeze on the bench seat of yer vehicle.
I have a comment on some of yer spectatin' in days of past. Its plenty cold here in Skinny Smoke Holler, and I recreate my evenings on my sofa (that is what thems in france call a couch) watchin' tv. Since I spliced in my neighbors cable, I gets some primo channels, all fer nothin' but a tip of the cap on my mornin' jaunt.
Likes I says, I am watchin the pay fer it shows, and this "Rome" serial youse was so high on comes streakin' in. I am all for edifying myself, so I settle in with my flagon of mead and barrel of pork rinds. scene 1, some hussy gives this other hussy, as a sort of house warming present, a hatchet faced mute with a dork as big as ole Sugarfoots, tied down like a bronc. She goes on to say "large penis is a most gracious gift, don't youse think?" Great Caesar's Testicles, what the hell is this nonsense? These Eyetalian's, what was goin' on there? I means, I can appreciate a good public execution, and I likes lions at the circus that come through town, but what in the hell happened here? I am all for the lady folk sharin' a recipe for butter cookies and sending over a roast chicken to say "welcomes to the trailer park", but who in the hell gets to sending over a chattel with a pecker like a Louisville Slugger? Quites a leap, them hollywood pinkos is taking with the legacy of them no good pope lovin' garlic breathin' ginnies. -
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I rekomends you keep your woolies on and a flagon of antifreeze on the bench seat of yer vehicle.
I have a comment on some of yer spectatin' in days of past. Its plenty cold here in Skinny Smoke Holler, and I recreate my evenings on my sofa (that is what thems in france call a couch) watchin' tv. Since I spliced in my neighbors cable, I gets some primo channels, all fer nothin' but a tip of the cap on my mornin' jaunt.
Likes I says, I am watchin the pay fer it shows, and this "Rome" serial youse was so high on comes streakin' in. I am all for edifying myself, so I settle in with my flagon of mead and barrel of pork rinds. scene 1, some hussy gives this other hussy, as a sort of house warming present, a hatchet faced mute with a dork as big as ole Sugarfoots, tied down like a bronc. She goes on to say "large penis is a most gracious gift, don't youse think?" Great Caesar's Testicles, what the hell is this nonsense? These Eyetalian's, what was goin' on there? I means, I can appreciate a good public execution, and I likes lions at the circus that come through town, but what in the hell happened here? I am all for the lady folk sharin' a recipe for butter cookies and sending over a roast chicken to say "welcomes to the trailer park", but who in the hell gets to sending over a chattel with a pecker like a Louisville Slugger? Quites a leap, them hollywood pinkos is taking with the legacy of them no good pope lovin' garlic breathin' ginnies.