This is my cat. This is dirty hockey gear. This is my cat face down in dirty hockey gear. It's so weird that you don't know if you should shoo him away or just turn your head and leave him me. So gross.
There's really nothing finer than the social media comments when someone asks a seemingly harmless question about the vibe of a few small towns. It's as if Bozeman folks can't help themselves...MUST...RESPOND...GIVE...WITTY...FEEDBACK.
How about a game to keep the kids entertained on a road trip AND to help out your fellow oblivious drivers? I'll consider this blog my poor-man's patent for this million dollar idea.
I'm guessing our jam-packed tourist season is to blame for most of these (sort of) ridiculous bad reviews. They say more about a Bozeman attitude than anything about the actual establishment. That's pretty unfair in my opinion.
Some of these may be in bad taste, or you may even think they're inappropriate. Most will find a little holiday humor. Whatever you think about the content, I think we can all agree, these are some ugly Christmas sweaters.
I don't even try to hide my love of taco trucks. Or tacos in real restaurants. Or tacos at my house. Or your house, for that matter. Tacos are happiness. If you know someone who feels the same, we've got some holiday gift ideas.
You've seen this thing, right? It was weird seeing it being built and it's still weird now. We came up with different possible functions for the place. Pretty sure none of them are right, so... No offense to the humans who may or may not work inside the place. But seriously...what do they DO in there???