Greetings fellow posters,
I begin today's post as a changed man. Much like Moses after gazing into the burning bush, I have been altered due to my recent trip to North Dakota. While in this majestic land, I witnessed many people with oil money. I overheard local patrons discussing the legends of the bison with such passion and vigor...it was reminiscent of truth and justice. The city was like a non-crappy version of Gotham and the chicks...they were all so modest looking and eager to make baked goods. Most women had rolls of back fat, triple chins and blobs of fat below the stomach (which I confused for odd looking fanny packs). It was just so quaint. Every day I awoke to the realization that I was in the greatest city on earth, a city with oil money and several insurance companies/banks that hired the local Caucasians (other races were hard to spot so I assume non lived there). "Am I dreaming???" No, this is Fargo.
I hope you enjoy Manhattan as much as I enjoyed this northern Canadian village.
Love Blumperz.
