I’ve never bought a harbor in Copenhagen (Swedish Köpenhamn; köp en hamn = buy a harbor).
I’ve walked through a rainstorm in Torrance.
But I haven’t done any P2P filesharing…
I’ve yelled exuberantly in Wahoo, Nebraska.
Unfortunately, I don’t know how to tacoma or lakewood or fircrest–whatever that would entail. I guess you could fife in Fife, but who on earth wants to go to Fife?
You never burled in Berlin? Dude, you don’t know what you’re missing.
Where in Lakewood? I grew up there, before there was a Lakewood.
Maybe if you went to nearby Whippany inspiration, or something else, would strike you.
One more from me, as long as we’re stretching a bit. I’ve…errr…water’ed the loo in Waterloo.
I think I failed in Whistler. Don’t remember whistling there.
If Palatka means “feed popcorn to sea gulls” then I can claim that. 
Nope, I looked it up - it means “cows crossing” and we didn’t cross any cows there. So, no.
I’ve done a lot of pissing there but no cats were harmed.
Used to have a friend who lived in Whittier, CA. His jokes were indeed more clever than mine.
I’ve tried to find a Hardee’s in Hardeeville SC. I did not try to find the signature good in Weed, CA, but I did get gas there just to save the receipt, but unlike most receipts it did not mention the town name 
I have seen the Mountains from Mountain View.
I have enjoyed the sun in Sunnyvale.
I have admired the tall tree in Palo Alto.
While I have not met the Saints in for which San Jose, Santa Clara, and Fremont are named, I have visited the missions named in their honor.
I have not seen any fleas near Alameda de las Pulgas.
Not that I’ve ever seen self-reported.
Probably a good thing. You don’t want to cross a cow. It’s not called a beef for nothing.
The town has trouble keeping its town limits signs.
I had diarrhea in Hershey.
I intimidated someone in Buffalo.
I eyeballed some fast moving water in Cedar Rapids.
And I was impressive in Bad Axe.
mmm
I had a college roommate from there. “Shittier Whittier” he always called it. Witty indeed.
I bought Motown CDs in Seoul. I listened to Emerson, Lake and Palmer in Prague. I dabbed some perfume in Cologne. And I evolved as a person in Darwin.
I am not at liberty to tell you what I did in Kilkenny, MN.
Has anyone here been to Dildo? I have, but demurred on the namesake activities.
“You bastard!”
This won’t pass the stickler test, but I ate some chewy See’s candies in sight of the ocean in Carmel By The Sea, CA.