I know in the previous post I said I had something special for Drumpf. Well, this isn't that special, but I thought it deserved its own post, rather than being lumped in with the other Florida locations.
I was able to drive right past the gate, but this end of the bridge in the background was the closest I could park. I could have walked across the bridge I suppose, but there were so many cops around (and one lone pedestrian on my end of the bridge whose whole vibe screamed "undercover Secret Service") that I decided discretion was the better part of valor.
And remember, no droning. Drumpf hates competition.
Your selfie says it all!
ReplyDeleteCould you please lick a postage stamp for me while you have your tongue out?
ReplyDeleteMistress, my tongue is at your disposal. -- Rimpy
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DeleteWell, well, well...I was reminiscing about the old blogger days (reviewing some of my old posts) and saw a comment from you. I do believe you're the only one from the old crowd I interacted with who still blogs. Anyway....Glad to see you're still alive and kicking! Oh...my blog is Alamoland, if that rings a bell.
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Carlos! Of course it rings a bell. Good to hear from you. I sometimes wonder how you've been getting on. Well, I hope. Thanks for the comment. Cheers. -- Rimpy
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