So Edge and I, on her mother's insistence (that's a weird way to spell that word), went looking for this "excellent pizza place!" in the Noath Shoah suburb we like to call Revere. It is where poor lazy city dwellers like me go to swim in the filthy filthy ocean with all the other shmucks without cars in the city.
Anyways, we were well intentioned to go there and hang out at the beach for a while, but you know, a couple clouds and an hour later, we hit the road. The sun went down and it was getting cold by the time we were there so we went looking for the elusive "Bill Ash's" to get some pizza.
This is what Bill Ash's looks like on the outside. We were only inside of it for 2.5 seconds, but I think you might get the idea from this.
Her mom sent us to a scary townie bar. To get pizza. We ended up getting frappes next door and calling it a day on the trip to Revere. But it's supposed to be 70 tomorrow so we'll see if there is a repeat.
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