Hey! Why did we stop? We've still got 23 bottles of beer on the bus! |
Sorry, lady, but there's a couple of guys here who say this is as far as you're going to go. |
We'll just see about that! Nobody stops Sarah Palin's forward progress. |
Howdy, sexy grandma. I'm Tiny. You out takin' a little Sunday stroll? |
I am not a grandma. |
Mother! You are too! |
I'm thinkin' ya'll might be lost. Is that what it is, sweetheart? Ya'll lookin' for Bloomingdales? |
No, we were just... |
Willow, he said sweetheart, so I believe the gentleman was addressing me. We are here to ride in Rolling Thunder. |
Not in that bus, you ain't. Where's your hogs? |
We... We have no hogs. |
We actually do have a couple of bikes but they're back in Alaska and... |
Hush, Todd, they're called hogs, and you are not being helpful. |
Well, I'd be more than happy to have the cute one ride with me. |
Really? Mom, would it be okay if... |
Quiet, Willow, he said the cute one, so I assume that he was talking to me. Sure, I'll ride with you. Can I call you Booger? |
Nah, that's gross. Call me Ernie. |
Ernie? That's a weird biker name... Could I ride with you, Mister Tiny? |
Sure thing, sexy grandma. |
Oh boy, this is gonna be great! Todd, keep an eye on Willow and I'll meet you in a couple hours at the Washington Monument. |
But I want to... |
Come on, Willow. Let's walk up the mall and I'll treat us to a couple of snow cones... |
Sunday, May 29, 2011
23 bottles of beer on the bus,
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