Here, we have Old Country Barfet.
I'm ready to move. My bag is packed. (Also, my luggage is filled with my belongings. Hello.) All we need is for a professorin' gig to open up at Portland State and we're there. Sure, the spawnage flip their collective lid every time we mention moving, but they'll get over it. Moving never killed anybody. You know who moved a lot as a child, according to Google? Tupac Shakur. And look how he turned out. Shit, he just performed at a concert as a hologram! The spawnage love holograms!
Anywhich, the trip was great. I don't feel like blathering on about all that we did, so I'll sum it all up in three bullet points:
- We went here.
- I got Chicken 'n' Waffles from a food cart.
- Miss O almost sharted at an outdoor festival.
Five bucks says I could even buy a set of goat hair eyebrow merkins from one of the many Alternative Body Hair Toupee vendors roaming the streets of Portland. Stupid Portland.