I’ve drunk tea, and had it go through my neck, in Teaneck, New Jersey.
I’ve never hacked a sack in Hackensack. But now I plan to.
I was firmly rooted in Anchorage for many years.
I seasoned my food in Salzburg, Austria.
I ate sausages in Frankfurt, Germany.
I drank wine in Bordeaux.
Once, while driving through California, I found myself in Eureka!
I’ve watched a derby in Derby
I got a haircut in Seville.
I had a headache in Painesville.
I had a pleasant time in Nice.
I had sex in Hot Springs.
I knew the way to San Jose.
I had an erection in Peninsula.
While there are cattle ranches in Oxcum – a village near the city of Merida in Yucatan state, Mexico – I’ve yet to work in one. A friend’s family owned a pig farm nearby, though.
I had no choice but to go to Shanghai.
I’ve been George (my name) in the town of George, Washington, as well as Georgetown in Washington DC.
I’ve stayed in Bath and had several baths there (if shower baths count).
I’ve been free in Libreville, Gabon.
I’ve wandered about in Rome, had schnitzel in Vienna and went to a McDonald’s in Hamburg.
I’ve eaten chicken wings in Buffalo and unlocked my car in Key West.
I used a toilet in St. Johns, V.I.
I’ve explored the twin cities of Lewiston/Clarkston.
I paid for my hotel room in Billings, and drove for hours afterward to get to Miles City.
I had a cold drink at Glacier National Park, and urinated outdoors in Yellowstone. Yeah, I know those two aren’t cities.
I’ve done a lot of reading in Reading.
I yelled Yeehaw!! when I was in Yeehaw Junction, FL.
I publicly bragged about (FB post) being in Braggadocio, MO.
I’ve gone to the bathroom in Los Banos, CA.
And I was in Hell, Norway when it was frozen over.
I picked up (and still have) a chunk of tin ore in Tin City, AK. It’s only a radar station now, and was never really anything other than a mining camp.
I drove around the block in Ronda, Spain, drank sherry in Jerez, and port in Porto.
I tried boulderingonce when I lived in Boulder, Colorado, but didn’t get very far.
I met some beauty queens at a pageant in Puerto Princesa in the Philippines.
I’ve bragged about going there too. I think you’ll agree there’s not much about Braggadocio itself to warrant bragging. As wide spots in the road go, it’s particularly narrow.
I leaned to the left in Liberal, Oregon; then did nothing at all in Boring.
I ate a Fig Newton in Newton, and that definitely counts.
I passed a restaurant in Manhattan once and the specials board out front said they had Manhattan Clam Chowder. Seemed to be stating the obvious.
I had a beer in Beersheba.
I’ve never done research in Research (Vic, Aus). I’ve never used speed or been caught speeding in Speed, nor did I ever do anything raunchy with another woman in Pakenham Upper.
I’ve been drowsy in Sleepy Hollow.
I’ve been to the seaside in Seaside.
So who’s been to Toad Suck? How about Wanker’s Corner?
First time we went through I thought the name was something deer-related.
On the way back, we stopped at the gas station and asked the old-timer about the name.
He answered that way back when, there was a moonshiner named Buck and people came by to see Buck and get a snort of moonshine.
I think he was pulling my leg, but makes for a good story.
Another town that made us chuckle was Toad Lick. I can’t remember exactly where we passed through. Alabama maybe?