It doesn’t matter in what context it comes up in conversation, but the word Pennsylvania still illicits grumpy looks from me. Forever scarred. 😉
Screw Pennsylvania’s rocks. I’d skip that state if I were to do it again.
I’d skip it, too! Except I live here, so that’s where I get to do my walking. =D
Those rocks. Those freaking, annoying, irritating, rocks. Not life-threatening (mostly); just miserable. (Especially when the heat index gets up around 108 degrees.)
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