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An Open Letter to Rich People with Excellent Business Sense and Impeccable Taste

Dear Rich People with Excellent Business Sense and Impeccable Taste:

I have a proposition for you. But since I don’t KNOW any rich people in really real life, I have come to the internet. Which is pretty much where I live. The internet. It is my HOME. I’ve made it very pretty. There are throw-rugs and knick-knacks and shit, it’s nice, you’d like it. Anyway, I assume since everyone uses the internet, that includes rich people, right? I mean, Bill Gates is a rich person, and he probably lives on the internet, too. So I can only assume that this will, eventually, find its way to its rightful home: on a screen in front of a very rich person. With excellent business sense. And impeccable taste. Also probably drinking expensive wine from a goblet, and using burning currency to light their fancy cee-gars.

So, very rich person. How are you? So good? I’m sure you are. I mean, how could you not be? You probably have all the things that money can buy, and many also-rich friends, and your clothing is made out of sumptuous fabrics, and I’d guess your refrigerator has an ice dispenser in the door. That’s how you KNOW you’ve made it. If your fridge has an ice dispenser in the door. Extra points if it makes that crushed ice, like in the red plastic glasses at the Pizza Hut. That’s my favorite and the EPITOME of classy. It just makes every beverage taste better, you know?

But, rich person, I can feel that you have an ache. Something’s missing. Something you can’t quite pin down. You don’t know what it is, exactly, but something’s not quite right. There’s something you need to make your life even MORE complete. And you have ALL THAT MONEY. You could totally spend ALL THAT MONEY on whatever-it-is, were you to just figure out WHAT it is.

I know what it is, Rich Person. I KNOW WHAT IT IS.

What you’re missing is the experience of sending a very crazy-eyed and unruly-haired blogger to Europe so she can a., visit two of her favorite people there (potentially more, we’ll come to that in a minute, hang tight), and b., blog about her experiences.

NOW WAIT. I know what you’re thinking! You’re all, I don’t think I’m missing that. OH I BEG TO DIFFER.

Let me explain why this would be a very excellent use of all that money you have that’s just SITTING THERE being WASTED or INVESTED or whatever. I mean, what if you died tomorrow, that would just go to your spoiled-rotten children and your plastic-surgery-obsessed wife (or your blow-dried helmet-haired husband, don’t want to be sexist, I’m happy to accept sponsorship from a LADY.) They don’t need that money. They already HAVE money. They wouldn’t even APPRECIATE it. Wouldn’t sponsoring an impoverished blogger who has trouble affording gas some days who would be SO GOOD AT BLOGGING and have ALL THE ADVENTURES be the best thing you could possibly ever do?

Let me tell you some of the pros of this plan.

  1. I don’t want to bring anyone with me, therefore you only have to pay for one person’s trip. I don’t have an immediate family, I don’t have any friends that I think would put up with me for an entire trip to Europe and still remain my friend when we got back to the States, and since I’m Forever Alone, I won’t even need to bring a significant other. This will help keep costs down. All of my friends mostly live on the internet, too. They fly FREE.
  2. I am a very thrifty traveler. For example! I am HAPPY to fly in the cheap seats. I mean, one time, I flew first-class, and I’m not going to say that WASN’T the best experience of my life. THEY GAVE ME A WHOLE BAG OF MINT MILANOS. I know! I actually wasn’t sure they were all for me. I was like, “I should take some, pass them around?” and she was all, “Nope. All for you” and I almost WET MY PANTS WITH EXCITEMENT. But I won’t ask you to spring for the fancy travel experience. I know how to pinch pennies, as I am a very poor person. Hence me coming to you for sponsorship. I would also happily stay at whatever the European version of the Motel 6 is. I mean, I assume there’s such a thing. (Google tells me that in Germany, were there such a thing, I’d be staying at the Motel Sechs and in Finland I’d be staying at the Motel Kuusi. ISN’T THIS ALREADY THE MOST FUN AND EDUCATIONAL??? Also, “Motel Sechs” sounds like a euphemism. I’m not sure I’m comfortable staying in a German euphemism, but I’d do it. I’M GAME.) I’d offer to stay at a hostel because I know those are even cheaper but a., I stayed at those when I went to Europe in college and they were creepstastic and also I was always itchy when I left because I don’t THINK there were bedbugs but I always thought MAYBE there were bedbugs so that made me scratchy, and b., I’ve seen the movie Hostel since and I don’t think I could stay in one now without screaming myself awake every five minutes, and they’d just kick me out anyway. ALSO! I would NOT expect fancy foods or drinks. I could totally survive on water I get from free water fountains and street food. NO, not food I pick up OFF the street. Ew. I don’t want to die of European food poisoning, gross. Street VENDOR food. Like  sandwiches and whatnot. I’m really very un-picky. Well, no, I’m PICKY, but not so picky I have to eat gourmet food all the time. And I don’t even need souvenirs! THIS IS GOING TO BE VERY GOOD ON YOUR WALLET.
  3. For your participation, you would get at least one, if not more, HILARIOUS blog posts EVERY SINGLE DAY. I mean, YOU wouldn’t get them. The INTERNET would. But I’d totally geek out about you. And mention you like a million times. I do that all the time anyway with other people, it’s not like that’s a stretch. I mean, think about this. I have written MULTIPLE blog posts about foreign locales that I am ASSURED are very funny. And I haven’t even VISITED those places. Can you even imagine the potential for awesome hilarity, were I actually IN these places? Also, I’d probably tweet hysterical things. And I wouldn’t even get homesick like I did the first time I was overseas, because what would I get homesick for? WORK? No one WANTS to get back to work. Come on, that’s stupid. You’d really get a lot for your money out of this. You could brag to your friends, and you could follow all my doings, and you could be all, “I DID THIS” and get a total fulfilling sense of pride from it. How awesome would that be? It’s like sponsoring one of those sad-faced children on the late-night TV ads? Only I’d be A LOT MORE EXCITED. And it wouldn’t really be life-or-death. This really isn’t a good analogy. You should also probably sponsor those children, now I feel terrible.

Now, I bet you’re really intrigued. I would be, too, were I a very rich person with money just totally burning a hole in the pockets of my lush silken kimono. “What,” you’re asking, “would you DO in Europe, Amy?”

I WOULD LOVE TO TELL YOU THAT RIGHT NOW.

The plan has TWO PARTS. With an optional THIRD part.

FIRST, I would visit Andreas in Finland.

The internet tells me this is Finland. I don't know that there's any way to tell, but doesn't it look MYSTERIOUS and FORBIDDEN and also FUN? Yes.

We have to wait til he MOVES to Finland. So the plan can’t take effect until after that happens. So probably the summer? Let’s say this summer, that’d be nice. Everyone likes the summer. It’s all summery and sunny and I mean, I’d have to bring a lot of sunscreen. Or you’d have to give me extra money for sunscreen. Can you throw in some extra money for sunscreen? Just in case? It might be very expensive in Europe and I burn like a delicate son of a bitch.

In Finland, I would first meet Andreas, and wouldn’t that be the most fun? YES IT WOULD. Then I would meet Andreas’s Fiancee and Andreas’s Baby Girl and Andreas’s pets. Are you aware that Andreas will live on an ISLAND in Finland? I know. That’s pretty stellar right there, I mean, I’d like to visit an island. I’d feel like a pirate. Who doesn’t want to feel like a pirate?

Anyway, Andreas’s whole clan and I will get along like gangbusters. Why would we not? I AM THE MOST FUN. I also am very good with small children, if The Nephew is any indication. He thinks I am HILARIOUS. Plus if they get sick of me, they know I w0n’t be staying FOREVER or anything. Also, it’s not like I’ll be around ALL THE TIME. I’ll need time to blog, and also hunt down Finnish street food since I promised you you didn’t have to spring for real food, Rich Person.

I plan on cajoling Andreas to take me to Lapland so we can visit the Santa Park. I don’t think I’ll get married in the Ice Marriage Chapel, but one can never tell what might happen. I mean, I could meet someone who looks like Alexander Skarsgård and we might get married in the Ice Marriage Chapel. YES I KNOW HE’S SWEDISH NOT FINNISH. It’s the POINT. He is SCANDINAVIAN. It is SIMILAR. Also, I’m going to eat many Willy Wonka-style adorably named berries, pick my own mushrooms like a fancy lady, and also EAT PORRIDGE. Listen, I have never had porridge. I don’t even know what porridge TASTES like! How about we rectify this, right? Doesn’t it sound delicious, and like I should be doing some little-bears-style housebreaking to eat it? Yes, it sure does! And you can HAVE it. In FINLAND.

Also, I’m quite sure I will make friends with many Finns. I think they will enjoy me the most. I think they will be CONFUSED by me, because I talk VERY FAST and also USE MY HANDS A LOT, but also I think they will be caught up in my infectuous joy. My joy in BEING IN FINLAND. And listening to people speak ANOTHER LANGUAGE. Which I DO NOT UNDERSTAND AT ALL. Which you, Rich Person, helped bring about! See how this is working out brilliantly for you?

THEN! Part two of my plan to WIN EUROPE.

I will fly to GERMANY.

Look how pretty Munich is! Ken never even TOLD me how pretty Munich is. This totally looks photoshopped. I DON'T EVEN CARE, that's how pretty this is.

Or, if that’s too expensive, I suppose I could take a train. But when I was in Europe I took a train for very long distances and it was kind of time-consuming and exhausting and the bathrooms scared me and also weird men would hit on me regularly? I was like a magnet for them. Usually for vaguely Eastern European men who smelled like feet and cigarettes. I’m not sure what that’s all about. But it is up to YOU, Rich Person. I’ll take that train. WITH A SMILE. If that’s what you think is best.

When in Germany, I will meet Ken and Mrs. Ken and Ken’s dogs. This will ALSO be very exciting and I’m sure we’ll all hit it right off, and, as mentioned above, if I start to annoy them they can just reassure themselves that THE VISIT WILL NOT BE FOREVER. I’m well-aware how exhausting I can be. Also, as mentioned, searching for street food will undoubtedly take some time. And blogging. And generally geeking out about all things Germany. It’ll be like being on The Amazing Race, only I don’t have to compete with other teams. I WILL HAVE ALREADY WON.

(Listen, Rich Person, at this point, you’re probably wondering why I’m not saving your hard-earned money by staying with these people rather than staying in the Motel Sechs and such. I WILL TELL YOU. Because did you ever stay with someone when you’re visiting? It’s so awkward. You never know when you can use the bathroom, and you always feel like a bother and like you’re being too loud, and you don’t know where they keep the emergency chocolate. That’s something important to know. I have trouble staying somewhere that I’m not sure where the emergency chocolate is. Also, one time, Ken posted a photo that really supposed to be of his socks, and I assume it was taken his house, otherwise why was he sitting there with his shoes off? That’d be weird if it was someone else’s house or a bookstore or something. Anyway, I know I was supposed to be paying attention to the socks, but what I got from that photo was, everything in his house looked VERY VERY PALE COLORED. And listen, I could NOT stay somewhere where everything was that light. I would ruin poor Ken and Mrs. Ken’s house like in two seconds flat. There would be all the stains. I’m not even kidding. I’m a walking slapstick comedy. I spill sometimes just walking PAST someone ELSE who is eating. After meals, I have the traditional “spraying my blouse with Shout” because I ALWAYS drop something on it. ALWAYS. Without FAIL. I would just feel TERRIBLE if I ruined Ken or Andreas’s nice homes with my messiness. They totally would not forgive me, even though they’d pretend to because that’s what people do until you leave. So, you will need to spring for a Motel Sechs. Preferably one with dark walls, carpeting, and bedding. Or one with PATTERNED walls, carpeting, and bedding, so that the stains don’t show so much. Thanks in advance, it’s really in the best interests for all involved.)

After I finish completely embarrassing myself by rolling around on the floor for hours with Ken’s dogs because if there are dogs, that’s what I’ll be doing, sorry, humans, but dogs are kind of the best thing (FINE, I’ll totally hug the shit out of Ken and Mrs. Ken first before I get all floor-dirty) I will convince Ken to take me on the following adventures:

  • A TRIP TO POING. I’m pretty sure I would rule Poing, given the opportunity. So I need to visit Poing, to see what I’ll be ruling. Also, I want to visit Wildpark Poing. SO BADLY.
  • I want to eat all the wurst. But not liverwurst, because I am informed this is a liver-flavored potted meat type product. There are so many things wrong with that description that I can’t even wrap my mind around them so I won’t even begin to try. However, I have to sit really far away from Ken while I’m eating all the wurst because he has some seriously effed-up food things he likes, like ALL THE GARLIC AND ONIONS and ROOM-TEMPERATURE MILK. So we’ll just sit across the room from one another. I think that will be best. I don’t want to gag while I’m in Germany. That would ruin it for everyone.
  • I want to listen to people speak German all around me because I think it would make me grin like a moron.
  • I want to go to the dog park and watch Ken’s dogs play because they are the happiest dogs in all of the world, seriously.
  • I want to find the restaurant I ate at one time when I was in Germany that served nothing but waffles and eat there. That might also have been in Amsterdam or Vienna, though, so this one’s optional.

THEN, once I have THOROUGHLY exhausted my welcome in Germany, it will be time to move on like the Little Hobo. YOU, Rich Person, will be all, aw, this has to come to an end now? But we’re having such fun! And THEN Part THREE of the plan!

See, after they see what awesome fun I’ve brought to Finland and Germany, I’m quite sure both Elaine and Rod will want me to visit THEM, in England and Ireland, respectively, and you’ll be SO EXCITED that this trip you’ve funded is not QUITE over yet that you’ll HAPPILY send me winging over there, right? RIGHT.

And then I will do many fun things there, like play with Elaine’s dog and be all fancy and LISTEN, I have never even BEEN to Ireland, I totally want to visit Ireland! I have ANCESTORS from Ireland! Won’t this be the most fun? Yes, it will. I have to admit I have not yet well-planned-out the England and Ireland portions of my trip. Because I have not yet been invited. I don’t like to count chickens before they hatch. Who does that? Assholes, is who, am I right? And you’d never sponsor an asshole to travel all over the world being awesome, I don’t think. But I’m pretty sure they WILL invite me. Once they see how much fun I have in Finland and Germany. I mean, wouldn’t ANYONE want someone as insane and filled with joy to visit them? I mean, I’d think so. I’m a little biased, though, because it’s me.

Then, Rich Person, I will come home. Exhausted and happy and filled with all the stories.

So, there you have it. A plan for global domination, well-thought-out and spelled-out and laid-out. ALL FOR YOU.

What do you think? Awesome, right?

Oh, most proposals come with a bid attached or something. Listen, I have no idea how much this will all cost. I’m telling you right up front. As a very poor poor person, I am not really good at figuring out imaginary travel costs. I mean, the other day Ken told me it cost like $50 to have DINNER in Poing. He did say that’s a NICE dinner, but still. So probably this won’t be cheap. Just as an example, I researched flights and those are going to be approximately $4,000, all-told. So using my math extrapolation skills, I’m thinking that the whole trip would probably cost you…um…let’s say $500,000.

Here, let me helpfully break that down for you.

$4,000 – flights
$100 – all the sunscreen
$2 – gum for the plane ride (so my ears don’t pop)
$495,898 – food and Motel Sechs-s and  dog treats and bus tickets and incidentals, like what if I see a really nice hat? I mean, I don’t wear hats, but maybe when I’m on vacation, I’d like to start. You don’t want me to NOT buy that hat, right? Who’d want THAT? Also, what if I see really sparkly nail polish? GERMAN or FINNISH nail polish? That I can’t GET here in the States? I can’t NOT buy that. I mean, that’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, right there. Oh, and also chocolate. CHOCOLATE FROM FOREIGN LANDS. That’s the BEST KIND.

That seems high. Does that seem high? I’d hate to ask for too little and get stranded in Morocco or something. I KNOW I’m not going anywhere near Morocco. THAT’S WHY IT WOULD BE SO DISCONCERTING.

SO. I’ll be waiting patiently for you to get back to me, Rich People with Excellent Business Sense and Impeccable Taste. You know how to reach me.

This is your CHANCE to give BACK. Don’t let this pass you by. You’ll totally regret it.

Sincerely,

Amy, the most crazy-eyed, desperate to travel, would be EVER SO GRATEFUL blogger in all of Blogonia

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41 responses to “An Open Letter to Rich People with Excellent Business Sense and Impeccable Taste

  • becomingcliche

    You are lucky you didn’t ACTUALLY pee your pants over the milanos. They move you to steerage for that.

    If you find the all-waffle-all-the-time restaurant, please tell.

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  • jbrown3079

    This is an excellent idea! I can picture the blogs that would result not just from you but from the people you visit. Reading how Andreas and Ken would describe surviving Hurricane Amy. That is how I picture you on this adventure. A human whirlwind.

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  • shoutingthomas

    I know i’m just a new commentor and all, but I’ve been reading your blog for a while, and, more importantly, I have been reading the comments. So, I hate to even mention this, but I know I’m not the first person to say it. Your posts are too long. There, I’ve said it. Don’t get me wrong, I love say, the first ten paragraphs almost every time, and have actually completed a couple of your blogs that were on topics specifically interesting to me. But to feel like I’ve given over most of my morning to reading one of you blogs, and then to notice that the little blue scroll bar thingy along the right side is STILL way up near the top of the page, well, it’s disheartening. And yes, you’re funny, but as Kennedy said, no one is that funny for that long that often. I’d read more if you wrote less. Before I even start, I know what sort of time commitment I’d be making to read one of your posts, and frankly, that often stops me from even beginning. I just don’t have that much time, endurance, or attention span.. I read the first third or so of a lot of your posts, but I have only been able to stick it through to the end on two or three. Some posts deserve to be that long, but they don’t all deserve to be that long. I’m sorry to start off with a criticism. It’s not a criticism of your writing, which i very much enjoy, but of the length of your tomes. After twenty paragraphs or so I find my mind wandering and I either “cut to the chase” so to speak, or quit altogether and return to what my shrink keeps insisting is my real life. Love your work. Really. But there’s too much of it. A tight story is much better, even though rambling is part of the charm of your writing. All too often you go down a rabbit hole I am just not willing to follow you into. I think it’s good to end on a positive note, so I will repeat myself. Love your work, really. (and I realize I can not write a concise comment any more than you can edit your posts down to readable lengths…. I’m just sayin…..)

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    • Rich Crete

      At the risk of displaying poor form by butting in….allow me to appropriately edit this very thoughtful comment:

      I am new. My shrink keeps insisting. Love your work. Really. Love your work, really.

      I think I saved all the important parts.

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    • lucysfootball

      I’ve honestly been debating all day how best, exactly, to respond to this. And really, it’s a good thing there’s Ken. Because, pre-knowing Ken, I would have been VERY SHOUTY. But Ken is a very calming influence. Aren’t we all glad I know Ken? Isn’t Ken just the bee’s knees?

      It bears mention that Ken was worried for your safety in my response to your comment.

      I will attempt to keep this brief.

      1. If you are at all interested, I explain, again, briefly, why exactly my posts are so long on my FAQ page.
      2. I appreciate your kind words regarding the quality of my writing.
      3. I do not remember soliciting feedback on the length of my posts. However, you seem to be trying to be helpful. How nice of you.

      Do I have a number of other things I’d like to say to you? Yes. Yes, I do. Have I written them and then deleted them this evening more than once? Again, yes. Yes, I have.

      However, I ask myself, what would Ken do?

      And Ken would simply end this here.

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    • greengeekgirl

      All I’m saying is, I probably would have read your whole comment if it weren’t so long.

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  • blogginglily

    well, it looks like you’ve thought this through. . . when do you need my check?

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  • sj

    Well, I don’t know that I have any rich friends, but I did RT this for you to hopefully help you out.

    I wish I could contribute. I know this might seem like kind of a dick move, but have you considered putting a little button for donations among your widgets? AMY’S TRIP TO YERP! I couldn’t do much all at once, but $5 and $10 at a time adds up.

    Just sayin’.

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    • lucysfootball

      Oh, this is totally tongue-in-cheek. I mean, if a rich person Paypalled me all the money? Sure, I’d take it. Who wouldn’t? But I’d never take any from people who are struggling as much as I am. I’d feel like a beggar. I’m embarrassingly proud.

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  • Kris Rudin (@krisrudin)

    But who will take care of Dumbcat???!! You wouldn’t just leave him home alone with a big bag of cat food and bowl of water, would you?? I’m not sure I can approve of any trip that makes things hard on Dumbcat. You’d have to assure me that he would be well cared for in your absence. I mean, he’d need someone to step on in the mornings, right??

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  • Andreas Heinakroon

    This is the most exciting! I hope you get an offer from a sponsor real soon!

    Just a few points:
    1. The Ice chapel only exist during winter, they build a new one each year.
    2. People on the Åland island don’t consider themselves proper Finns, but Ålanders. And they all speak Swedish.
    3. Finland has got the BEST chocolate! And all the different flavours, like peppermint, or dark chocolate with pears. In the winter they even got a Christmas flavoured chocolate!

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    • lucysfootball

      Crap, if the Ice Castle is only in winter, this really puts a crimp in my plans to visit during the summer.

      The Åland island is where you’re going? You always seem to move to islands that are not part of the place where they are, have you noticed that? I think that shows a rebellious streak in you.

      THE BEST CHOCOLATE. Now I’m even MORE excited. How can you not be in love with a place that has the best chocolate? What does Christmas flavored chocolate taste like? Like wishes and hopes and dreams, I bet!

      THIS IS SO EXCITING ANDREAS! Tell all the rich people you know, please. One of them has to think this is a good idea.

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  • lahikmajoe

    I wasn’t aware we could use the comments section to, you know, improve the blog. It’s really awesome and all that, but it’d be even more awesome if you:

    1. Be a little nicer to Ding Dong Joe. He’s been on his best behaviour recently.

    2. Include translations for non English speakers.

    3. More charts and graphs.

    4. I’ve head about the food spills and unruly hair, but have seen little evidence. I realise you could photoshop that stuff, but it’d still be nice to have some visuals.

    5. Supportive comments throughout the blog that reassure the reader how much longer this thing is going to last (I have places to be, after all). And simply interspersing ‘five more minutes’ every once in a while isn’t going to cut it.

    There. I’ll be lurking intermittently to see if you’ve seen the error of your ways and cleaned this place up a bit.

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    • lucysfootball

      I will address your comments one at a time, as you obviously took TIME and EFFORT to write them. I appreciate that.

      1. You’re right. I’ve really given Ding Dong Joe short shrift. He did have his pants buttoned up 5 days our of seven in public this week. I should give him a second chance.

      2. I’m working on the translations thing. It’s been slow going. Google Translate keeps lying to me.

      3. I do like a good chart and graph. I’ll get right on that. Everyone likes a visual representation now and again.

      4. I totally sent you a photo of unruly hair once. Fine, fine. I spilled strawberry ice cream all over my top earlier tonight. I’ll send you some pictures of the Shout spray or something, that should do it.

      5. I should have a ticker telling readers how long it will take them to reach the end. Working on it. Will get an IT Guru, install him, and have him begin to work his magic.

      Please come back in 5-8 weeks, and things should be in working order. If they are not to your liking, please feel free to ask for your money back. Wait, you are paying to read this, right?

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  • jbrown3079

    Don’t you dare change one Damn thing about how you write. I know Ken is kidding. He always brings the funny.

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    • lucysfootball

      He’s kidding. I’m not changing a thing. I wouldn’t begin to know how. (And I think he’d be upset with me if I did.)

      Thanks, John. You’ve got my back! How amazing is that?

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  • Aleks (@yeksovic)

    Have you told your father about planning to visit your murderous internet friends? I’m looking forward to the post about his reaction to it…
    And I think there are no water fountains in Europe, at least not in Germany, but the tab water is potable. So you might have to buy a little bottle and keep refilling it. Which would make it 500,001 $.

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  • Aleks (@yeksovic)

    I mean “tap water” of course.

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    • lahikmajoe

      This link clearly has nothing to do with the blogpost.

      Is it some sort of cautionary tale…if we don’t find Lucy’s Football enough funding for her Eurotrip she’ll freak out on a flight to Vegas and the plane will have to be diverted.

      I have a rather active imagination, but even I can’t imagine that happening.

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      • kitchenmudge

        Look at the blog you are reading…

        …and you’re complaining about digression?

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        • lucysfootball

          I’m a little confused by this. Is this an insult? If so, are you insulting me, or Ken? If it’s me, cool, whatever, I can take it. If you’re insulting Ken I’m pretty pissed off because he’s my people.

          I’m hoping you were being sarcastic, because Ken certainly was.

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          • kitchenmudge

            Am I to understand that lahikmajoe is Ken? That’s not obvious to a noob.

            Misunderstanding all around, apparently. On the surface, Ken was observing that my comment was irrelevant. That was apparently facetious now, right? I kinda thought someone might be expecting rigorous presentations and strict relevance of all comments here. Some blogs might be like that, but it’s not what we come to you for, Amy. We come here to just go along for the ride wherever you take us, and it’s usually good.

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      • lucysfootball

        Nah, I don’t freak out much on planes. I mostly read quietly. I’m a pretty cool customer on planes.

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  • elaine4queen

    oh, wait, i will have to go somewhere with you – you need to visit little snoring. little snoring is not terribly exciting, but still. little snoring.

    anyway, it’s near a great beach where dogs are allowed.

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