Tales from the road
Weirdso,Unintentionally I made your comment dissapear. Like bad magic that you can't control. But in any event. Garlic and sexy necklines just go together. I understand your fashion sense entirely. I'd love to visit this mother of all Garlic Fests that you speak of. It sounds positively fragrant!
Go the King!
No hard feelings. I'll never forget staggering around NYC after having thrown up in my violin teacher's apartment from an excess of steamer clams. My face was green, my hair imperfectly cleaned, but every subway vendor was whistling and hooting away at my Gilroy Garlic Festival shirt. Yeah, baby! Come here and let me barf on your shoes!
Garlic Festival? I've never heard of such a thing.
Dude, you have no idea of that which you have so far missed! Go from here immediately and find yourself a garlic festival. Eat, Drink and STink! GO!
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