what a fun place it was...they had any homemade carb with tons of sugar you could want, and milk from the local dairy. to eat supper as we like to call it in the south,
i can spot that guy anywhere. he probably feels good about himself because there is always a camera in his face, i tell him i am paparrazi, just to make him let me...he falls for it everytime. so if you see him and he wants to sign autographs, just go with it...i've convinced him he's famous.
even dressed as an amish boy...i can find him.
you can run, but you can't hide, buddy.
you can't make this up people, a lady in her hoop skirt coming in to buy her baked goods for the week and then left as quickly as she came in. i thought possibly, it was me, somehow i went back in time and no one told me. after all, i had leggins on and uggs, i was the odd man out.
and then this happened...
six feet six worth of travis, all crammed into one little amish fella.