Wo-Wo-Wo-Wo-Wildwood Days 3
When we used to go to Wildwood, the Big Johnson tee-shirts were about as risque as it got.
They seem to be on the tame side these days.
No-no-no-no-nobody does tacky like Wildwood.
Makes me want to go back.
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When we used to go to Wildwood, the Big Johnson tee-shirts were about as risque as it got.
They seem to be on the tame side these days.
No-no-no-no-nobody does tacky like Wildwood.
Makes me want to go back.
August 18, 2012 at 10:46 am
How do you even come up with a word like “blumpkin”? I think the pastor at the end, surprisingly, had the best bit.
August 18, 2012 at 10:52 am
BTW, do you remember Martinique’s off the boardwalk? Five beers for a dollar, packed all night, most remarkable amounts of spilt I’ve ever seen in my life. Now it’s a parking lot the Internet tells me. Good times, good times.
August 18, 2012 at 10:52 am
Regarding “blumpkin,” I have no idea. I had to look it up on Urban Dictionary.
Frankly, I think some moments don’t need to be shared.
Don’t remember Martinique’s. When we went there, it was with small kids, so we partied in. I loved the Ferris wheel on the pier.