I’d rather look at Jennifer’s briefs than Janet’s!
And my Publisher yelling at me today for something that was his fault (which he doesn’t recoginize) is only making this all the sweeter.
Welcome to Ohio!
I thought at first that you would be moving closer to me, but a map check puts it just about the same amout of distance as at present. Still, I hold out hope that I can make it to one of your famous DopeFests.
You people only love me for my parties, don’t you?
I love you for your with and style. 
I love you for you. I am going to miss you like crazy.
And the free booze.
Yeah, let’s not get all crazy here or nothing.
I’ll miss all of you guys, too.
Sometime soon I’ll get up the nerve to post why I can’t live here anymore.
Other than the constant romantic rejection from Ginger, of course.
OH PLEASE
You’d actually have to make an advance to be rejected, and you’re a married man. You do play the ‘suffering in love from afar’ role pretty well.
It’s because I’m ‘complex’.
Now where’s my black pants, black v-neck shirt, black cloak and black beret? I need to go be mysterious and such.
There’s no such thing as ‘black’ clothing in a house with dogs bigger than your kid.
Welcome to the home of a gazetteer gone wild.
I just saw the town name Genoa this week, and immediately thought–"these idiots probably call it something like ** Ja-NO-ah**.
I moved from NC/VA in 1971 to the Buckeye state. It took me 20+ years to learn where BAHL-a-ver is. Just search the map for the word Bolivar.
I think Ohio dopefests just rocketed to the moon. Between thinksnow and Jonathan, this is gonna be a rockin’ state.
Side notes: State fish is the beer-battered Lake Erie Perch.
Akron, eh?
Reminds me of one of my favorite Doonesbury lines of all time…
“Hey, Denver! Ever thought of changing your name to Akron and moving to Ohio?”
Ohio is a nice place to pee in when your driving somewhere else.