We're here at the Pittsburgh International Airport, just finished breakfast and ready to board the plain for Chicago in about thirty-five minutes. Peter's neck, shoulders, lips, fingers, and lats are all in terrible pain. Timmy is rubbing out Peter's knots, and Peter is yelling "OUCH!" at the top of his lungs. Chip is drinking his Cappuccino even though he only wanted regular coffee. Mitch, well, no one knows where he is right now- he saw one of his girlfriend's best friends and went to talk with her. See ya in Chicago!
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
At the Airport
We're here at the Pittsburgh International Airport, just finished breakfast and ready to board the plain for Chicago in about thirty-five minutes. Peter's neck, shoulders, lips, fingers, and lats are all in terrible pain. Timmy is rubbing out Peter's knots, and Peter is yelling "OUCH!" at the top of his lungs. Chip is drinking his Cappuccino even though he only wanted regular coffee. Mitch, well, no one knows where he is right now- he saw one of his girlfriend's best friends and went to talk with her. See ya in Chicago!
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