Yarmouth Clam Festival? Check. A lovely weekend on the coast of Maine that included a bike race, fried clams and lunch with Tim Gagne. I don't know. No stop it. STOP THAT. Laughs. STOP! Laughs. Snorts. Snorts again. Repeated Snorting. Endless snorting and chuckles. Wee wee wee wee. You have to spell it the French way: Oui. I drank too MUCH PUNCH. Ummm. Erase "umm." That's so dumb. Nothing sounds more inarticulate than dumb. Don't type this, ANDREW. I can't dictate. This is too complicated. Ok seriously: What should we write? No- don't don't. I need you to edit. Use your filter a little bit. No! Please don't. This is not going to be interesting...
Here's a picture to prove we ate fried clams with Tim, who had just finished a 24 hour shift at 9am and showed up for clams at 11. (Andrew's edit: What a baller.) Eileen was there too. Tim spent $30 on fried sea food. Seafood is one word. Ok. Now put the picture up.
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