I guess I should write about my trip to North Dakota. This is from my xanga, seeing as how I'm too lazy to type something new and inventive.
Well, my trip was pretty good. The fishing was kinda slow, and it was a bit hotter than I would have liked, though not anywhere near as hot as THQ. Get this -- we're in Grand Forks, Minnesota (which is right on the border of North Dakota and Minnesota) at Cabela's, a manly fishing and hunting store. Well, after Cabela's, we decide we're hungry. And since I had to ride in the backseat the whole way, I chose our dining place. I said, "Italian might be good." So, we started driving around to look for Italian. THERE WERE NO ITALIAN RESTRAUNTS ANYWHERE!!!!!!! We drove in two states and there were NO ITALIAN RESTRAUNTS! If we had wanted pizza, we would have been set. There was at least on pizzeria per block. So, we settled for Applebee's.
Another thing about North Dakota...if ever you find yourself near Devil's Lake, beware of the following:
1. When you are driving through KFC, you might just encounter someone who begins to cry when asked what sides are available. And, beware of the fact that they may not have dark meat. At 6:30 p.m. 2. When, after having your mind blown at KFC, you decide to go to Hardee's, you just might have to wait fifteen minutes because they don't have any mushrooms for the "swiss and mushroom burger." Apparently, mushrooms are a big deal up there. Maybe they taste good with fish.3. When, the following morning, you are driving through Hardee's once more for breakfast, be ready to wait for ten minutes because they do not have any biscuits for the biscuit sandwiches.4. Be prepared with a boom box of sorts with a book on tape or cd player to listen to at night, because you just might be staying in a place with paper thin walls where you can hear the neighbor watching his television extremely loud.5. If you go fishing, be prepared for the nauseating smell of the fish-cleaning room, and the gut-busting sound of the fish grinder.
Thus concludes a few of the most traumatizing events of my summer vacation.
Until next time, I'm Ron Burgundy. You stay classy, San Diego.
Well, my trip was pretty good. The fishing was kinda slow, and it was a bit hotter than I would have liked, though not anywhere near as hot as THQ. Get this -- we're in Grand Forks, Minnesota (which is right on the border of North Dakota and Minnesota) at Cabela's, a manly fishing and hunting store. Well, after Cabela's, we decide we're hungry. And since I had to ride in the backseat the whole way, I chose our dining place. I said, "Italian might be good." So, we started driving around to look for Italian. THERE WERE NO ITALIAN RESTRAUNTS ANYWHERE!!!!!!! We drove in two states and there were NO ITALIAN RESTRAUNTS! If we had wanted pizza, we would have been set. There was at least on pizzeria per block. So, we settled for Applebee's.
Another thing about North Dakota...if ever you find yourself near Devil's Lake, beware of the following:
1. When you are driving through KFC, you might just encounter someone who begins to cry when asked what sides are available. And, beware of the fact that they may not have dark meat. At 6:30 p.m. 2. When, after having your mind blown at KFC, you decide to go to Hardee's, you just might have to wait fifteen minutes because they don't have any mushrooms for the "swiss and mushroom burger." Apparently, mushrooms are a big deal up there. Maybe they taste good with fish.3. When, the following morning, you are driving through Hardee's once more for breakfast, be ready to wait for ten minutes because they do not have any biscuits for the biscuit sandwiches.4. Be prepared with a boom box of sorts with a book on tape or cd player to listen to at night, because you just might be staying in a place with paper thin walls where you can hear the neighbor watching his television extremely loud.5. If you go fishing, be prepared for the nauseating smell of the fish-cleaning room, and the gut-busting sound of the fish grinder.
Thus concludes a few of the most traumatizing events of my summer vacation.
Until next time, I'm Ron Burgundy. You stay classy, San Diego.
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