Fields of dental floss. Beautiful country impossible to photograph. Seems that Nikon will be getting another large out of me soon, though, particularly with Nico egging me on. This picture ain't gonna get it even with a couple hours of Photoshoppaggio. Thank you, AA, for finally getting me out there to see my beautiful God-daughter. MFT, great to meet you. Nico, thanks for the Zappa ref. and photo advice.
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JJ, I too am glad our paths crossed. It was great fun. The vino you sent back with me was consumed with great pleasure over Easter dinner.
Happy to hear that about the Hess Select Cab Sauv. Miss you , my friend. Hope things are good. Best, JJ
...and how about those Montana steaks! It tasted good because we were famished, but I still believe it would've have been just as delicious if we had bellied up in one of those mainstreet mountain pubs all afternoon.
A recap of Montana bathroom poetry:
Here I sit,
my buns a clenchin',
as I squeeze out,
another Texan.
True cowboy literature just off the Bozeman Cattle Trail.
OK, guys, this is all fine and dandy, but what am I supposed to see in that pic? Just some grass growing, and some rocks in the distance? Maybe if I had some vino I would get it...
AI is right... we'll have to figure out how to ship some Moose Drool east.
Ai makes plenty of Moose Drool on his own, MFT. The thought is nice, though.
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