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So, I failed to report on the last leg of my journey. So I shall make a brief description of the events that transpired. This description will be aided by photos, as I took them and took the time to plug in my camera. And Yulie complained that my few posts are far too long. Therefore, I will provide a narrative of my trip using the grammatical/pictorial style of a little Japanese women whose first language isn't exactly English.

I went to Rhode Island and I was excited cause they have lots of



And I wanted to eat some:




As well as


All Thanks to:



And, also, I didn't:


Cause when you're raised in Kansas when you think of:

You think of:


Which makes you wanna:

Comments

ruth said…
Whoa, Nathan! You weren't man enough to eat an oyster? Even I am man enough for that!
August 18, 2010 at 5:33 PM
Bigfoot said…
Of course I ate it. In those pictures I'm supposed to look like I"m about to barf. Duh!
August 18, 2010 at 9:22 PM
Unknown said…
very nice nathan.
August 31, 2010 at 5:34 PM
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