Ya know, a guy tries to go on vacation, tips his friends off to a place with good food, pretty women and great history. What does he get? A ration of crap! Tell you what, the next great town I find will be edited to exclude Path and Eric from the recepients list.
FQ13 Who is sitting back full and happy after two glasses of malbec, foie gras over corn cakes with black berries, mussels and home made pomme frites (or "freedom fries") and a nice cappucino (all for under 40 bucks) and really doesn't give a damn right now about how the delegate from North Dakota will vote because I am fat and happy.

AR, AK? Who cares? Not me, not tonight, and yes, I am packing (thank you reciprocity rules).
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