Friday, August 06, 2004
It's a sad thing when the cultural highlight of one's trip to Minneapolis is wandering through the Mall of America searching for the mythical Sponge Bob Square Pants store. (Hint: it doesn't exist.) That's what happens when you're stuck out by the airport in Bloominton. One of these trips I'll have to arrange a weekend where I can actually get into town. Sorry, Pete & Donna, no Sponge Bob shot glass this time.
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