Nothing screams Freedom like potatoes and lard!
Well, maybe Scrapple.
Mmmmmm, Habbersett.
Nothing screams Freedom like potatoes and lard!
Well, maybe Scrapple.
They're called Freedom Fries...I love French Fries.
YES!!I see she slapped her hand away twice but she did not 'punch' her per officers description. Frankly I thought they were all a little immature but I am getting old. I agree that the cops didn't appear to want to arrest anyone but french were too drunk to pick up on subtle clues. Besides they were from New Yawk and an example needed to be made !!!
I love New York State (minus NYC and the surrounding sprawl). It’s like Pennsylvania, only more so. Unfortunately, it is ruled by the eastern representatives of urban and moral decay.YES!!
Slap it to the NYers!!
I live in NY.......the sensible Upstate part.![]()
It's nice up here in the boonies.I love New York State (minus NYC and the surrounding sprawl). It’s like Pennsylvania, only more so. Unfortunately, it is ruled by the eastern representatives of urban and moral decay.
I’ve spent many happy days in the St. Regis Canoe area paddling around and camping. Just beautiful. Late winter last year I drive straight north, almost to Canada, to pick up a snow blower for my compact track loader. Hasn’t snowed more than 4” here since, but what a beautiful drive, even though it snowed on the trip home while in NY.It's nice up here in the boonies.
But NYC is always creeping with statewide laws due to its crime.
There is zero crime where I live.![]()
Gosh. Getting close to home there.I’ve spent many happy days in the St. Regis Canoe area paddling around and camping. Just beautiful. Late winter last year I drive straight north, almost to Canada, to pick up a snow blower for my compact track loader. Hasn’t snowed more than 4” here since, but what a beautiful drive, even though it snowed on the trip home while in NY.
You mean…Quebec?Gosh. Getting close to home there.
Yeah. Poutine and everything.You mean…Quebec?
They talk French there, don’t they?
...there was one Bistro that refused service because I was an American. So I proved their point by flipping over my table on my way out.
