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8/02/2004 - So I says to Mable, I says...
Some things about Florida Everyone smokes. Everyone. It's virtually a requirement. Cops will give kids cigarettes. It's fucking hot. REALLY hot. It got up to 110 one day. There is an endless suply of beautiful women. I don't mean that there's a ton of women that look beautiful, I mean that everywhere you look, you get the idea of proposing to that woman, and spending your entire life with this sheer image of perfection. Then she walks away, and you see another one that you feel the exact same way about. Thing is, none of them will ever talk to you under any circumstances, so don't bother. Unless you happen to be D. It's really fucking hot. I'm serious. If you ever go there, you will see at least 50 people that look exactly like this guy you know. And you'll consider going over there and saying, "MAN, YOU LOOK EXACTLY LIKE THIS GUY I KNOW!", and then they cut you and take your wallet. There's a bunch of stuff in Florida that's EXACTLY like what you have back home, but it's just not the same. Instead of UPN 50, it's UPN 4 or something. Instead of COSI, which is Ohio's science museum, they have MOSI. They have Rallys, but they call it Checkers. WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT ABOUT? There's tons of awesome beaches, but the best on there, and probably the best one in the country (says Travel Channel), is "Siesta Keys". I literally thought the sand was sugar, and you can go out in the water up to your chin and still see your feet. Lots of hot women. Lots of them. You'll have to spend two days on the beach, one of them just checking out all the incredibly hot women. Or guys, if that's your thing. (I'm not saying all of these apply to all parts of Florida, just the part I visited, which is...somewhere. Near Tampa.) ----- I wanted to write more, but I have to sleep. G'night. on a flat-screen //Greg::9:08 PM EST\ # | |
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