I am here, rooting for you.

It has been brought to my attention that I wrote “it’s”, it should have been “he’s”, apparently that hurts delicate men's feelings.

No, that means English is my second language, but thanks for the internet psychology.

If you want to use a t-shirt like that good for you, I must tell you your taste is bad and good luck getting laid.

It did.

Sorry to break it to you, they exist in rural areas too.

My husband has a BEARD. It is a thing of beauty - he’s indian, so it’s bountiful anyway, but he’s also blessed with a near perfect..outline...? Is that the word? It’s very neatly beard-shaped is what I mean. He’s had it since roughly 3 months after we started dating, so I am pretty fuzzy on what he looked like…

In my freshman dorm, my neighbor was dating her loser high school boyfriend. This guy had nothing going on in life, but she swore none of it was his fault. He gets arrested? The cops got it all wrong! He gets fired? His boss blamed boyfriend for something the boss did. He barely graduated high school? He’s got a…

Let’s not forget the meat and potato burritos. If you feel like treating yourself to some Grade A chest pains then opt for the crunchy chicken. Nothing says "Fuck i wanna die but i want to die happy" then a burrito with fried chicken bites and oles. 

I weep that Taco John’s does not extend their tacoist empire to the pacific northwest, but I shan’t turn my nose up at our local-ish runner up Taco Time. 

Kate, have you ever had the chicken and jo-jo’s at the Suds Hut in Helena? They are my favorite fried potato in the west.

Finally, Olés are served in a small cup, which is much more easily manipulated as you’re exiting a drive-thru than a flimsy French-fry bag. It even fits in a car cupholder.

I have once driven two hours (one-way) to get Potato Ole’s. I am not ashamed of this fact.  Don’t miss getting them with ranch.  It makes the best dipping sauce.

“turd owner”. I sincerely hope that was intentional.

awfully lonely up here 

Guys who never get laid always think themselves qualified to comment on women’s bodies, too. Is it hardwired to the Y chromosome?

Good thing this wasn’t hank hill, he would have exploded.

Although I am enjoying your entire bout-of-silliness, I especially appreciate your sincere thoughtfulness to stop (and photograph) those “incredibly soulful post offices around the mid-west” and further along your journey. Thanks for these images.

Were you envious of the people in the horse-drawn carriage?

Jesus Christ, man. We’re not savages. We just like to push buttons.