We passed the Continental Divide this afternoon. Forgot to take a picture of the sign, because we were in such a hurry to do what we had to do, which was get out of the car right there and pee before somebody caught us. One Friend on one side of the sign, my ownself on the other. Wave goodbye to One Friend's pee, tell mine we'd see it on the East Coast in a couple years, jump back in the car and peel away.
Bye-bye, PP!
No. I kid. We didn't. I mean, we did pass the Divide. And we did forget to take a picture of the sign. But we did not drop trou and let it rip by the side of the I-80.
I so wish we had. I even did suggest it. But we were on the left side of the highway when the big green sign went zooming by without any warning, and there were a couple of semis between us and the breakdown lane. Plus, I can't speak for her, but I'm not entirely sure One Friend was honestly amenable. There is nothing but a whole lot of nuthin' out there -- where would we have hid our hoo-ha's?
Okay, now that I've got that vulgarity out of my system... Anybody wanna see some pictures?
1. The Great Salt Lake wants to crawl over the interstate and eat your car:
2. Wyoming has a billion different landscapes. We saw 970,000 of them. Many of them looked a lot the same around the middle.
3. And, last but not least: hills like these always look vaguely sexual to me. I don't know why. I think it's got something to do with all those folds. I just want to get out of the car, run over, and lick 'em. Does that make me a lesbian?
2 comments:
Bwaaaaaaaaaahahaaha *gigglesnort*
Ummmmm... my gaydar says no.
I think Johnny should be told. If he is like any of the men I know he'd be kind of thrilled by the idea.
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