Hello, lover. 😍

On to the next adventure! 🌉🌃🏙️

Breakfast view.

Millimallikas and me.

😍

I really hope this gets the full treatment with daily variations, including a cone or two on the horse and a stack of them on the heid.

It appears my countrymen have arrived in the Americas and culturally appropriated a statue of George Washington.

Hey Manhattan!

4:50a.m. Is waaayyyy too early for the airport piano, kids, need if you are playing Fly Me To the Moon. Who thought this was a good idea?

Extortion. Expect a lot of front loading.

Scots at home: Americans are loud Scots in Boston: 🎵YES SIR I CAN BOOGIE IF YOU STAY, YOU CANT GO WRONG I CAN BOOGIE ALL NIGHT LONG🎵 (I’m loving it by the way. Don’t go home too soon.)

Serious bunnetry.

Up early enough for some Liège.

Art.

Please respect my family’s privacy during this difficult time.

For a Twitter pal who needs help urgently. Please spread the word. Thank you x

Blissed out.

Oh, SpongeBob.

You can tell there’s a lack of well-insulated quality student housing in this town by the number of fans and space heaters available at the resale shop right now. #btv

Meh.

Status

Day is done.

Hard to get a room there.

That’s me off to make some scrumpy.

Preparations.

Congratulations on earning all of those college degrees, ChatGPT.

Little Free Library The Great

Tell me about the frat parties, MacIntyre.

Heh.

It takes some balls to put that on a vanity plate.

Is this an Australian pronunciation of Sarcoma, or am I missing something?

I have struck gold in Montpelier.

Nothing can prepare you for who's singing this National Anthem (via lpaulfranklin / TT)

Silver dollar buttermilk short stack with Alaskan birch syrup. Get in!

There’s nothing quite like the first one of the day.

Good morning

I passed the dementia test to enter the nursing home. Perhaps this should have been at the exit?

I am once again asking you how “No Mow May” is supposed to work.

Someone's singing, Lord

We were so in phase In our

sorry for this unhinged post

Art.

Waiting.

😗

Unkempt person boarded the bus wearing a vintage styled Atari shirt that said PONG. My brain immediately went to the Glaswegian definition, which would essentially be the equivalent of wearing a shirt that said ODOR.