tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32473393.post5258143630752192647..comments2023-03-26T02:57:41.238-05:00Comments on buying the flowers myself: LNRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04458646818260907593noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32473393.post-69913237151525739542011-10-23T11:04:50.329-05:002011-10-23T11:04:50.329-05:00What fuckery. A good apple orchard has apples unti...What fuckery. A good apple orchard has apples until the beginning-mid November. Alas, again, I was I could transport you apples because I still have some from my apple-picking last weekend Upstate NY with Vince. Bah!<br /><br />That sounds like a really lame excuse of a ghost walk. In sophomore year, my then-roommate Christine and I hopped on a train to an Asbury Park ghost walk. It's right on the ocean, and they actually have found a ship buried underneath the sand, as well as gold, coins, jewels, and all other types of piraty-things. It was quite fascinating, and the woman holding the walk was a psychic, and she really did know what she was talking about. I was sensing some very strange things there too. Such a shame you got screwed with false-advertising.heymegzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11139400296399142080noreply@blogger.com