Wednesday, February 4, 2009

God is a spaghetti monster.

Bummed to ever have to get off a bike...(or to not be a trendy doosh.)

Frank, Nicky and I rode these bikes of the people we are staying with to downtown gainesville to a sweet farmers market.

It was awesome, fresh veggies and fruit, a French woman selling some serious pastries.

I had this fresh mozarella, feta and pesto pastry that had a fresh tomato cooked in it.

Frank hates people that make coffee wrong so he killed this guy who made his coffee wrong. He also stabbed him after he died and raped the stab wound. Then he found a better coffee shop that had a dude from Bloomington and he made his coffee right. Frank was happy. And I got zack a sock cap so he could feel confident again.


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