he sends this:
'Any big plans this weekend? If the weather holds here, I’m hoping to get us down to Ft. Popham for a good, old fashioned photo shoot'
maybe it was getting up at o'dark hundred this morning.
or the three cups of coffee by 9am.
or doing too many things at once.
but i read 'potato shoot'
and not only did i read 'potato shoot' but i even went as far as emailing him back to ask what the fuck a is 'potato shoot?' i assumed it was some sort of backwoods of maine annual tradition involving my most beloved edible item and firearms... something like an annual fully-loaded clambake or an AK-47 blueberry fest. i'm pretty sure i had a moment of panic while i imagined the mashed potato orgy i had been missing out on all these years. i was a still little stumped by the 'shoot' part- although it did remind me of when i bought this timeless classic for j.mo as a stocking stuffer:
ty's response?
'That’s photo there captain, not potato'
right- i knew that.
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if i knew it was going to be that kind of party i would stuck my d*** in the mashed potatoes
there she goes again... get her near a buffet and it all goes downhill from there ;)
wasn't that you that used to say that? or am i losing my mind...
yeah- well, actually.. it's the beastie boys :)
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