Our personification of Champ became full fledged when we decided to take him to Washington D.C. on a short field trip to the country’s capitol. We told him that we probably weren’t going to see the president but “you never knoooow.” Funny thing is we totally ditched him parked in front of a nice bank while we wandered around Independence ave.
for the first president of u.s.a
The license plates in D.C. officially say “taxation without representation,” we found that perplexing and/or a sick joke.
ladies and gentlemen...
We were actually quite surprised to find out how much we could wander around the surrounds of the whitehouse, especially when we’d unexpectedly bump into someone with a weapon the size and shape of a concrete slab and felt like we might get killed just for looking. We did get kicked out once though, but only to make way for a whole caravan of tinted s.u.v.s, sirens, motorcycles, the works. I’d like to think it was Michael Jackson, was also happened to be in town for a visit.
champ was just tickled
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nathan // August 11, 2008 at 5:11 am |
the taxation without representation thing is because when you live in D.C. you get taxed but you only get a non-voting member of congress and nobody in the senate. so who looks out for your interests, if you call the ol district home? nobody really, which is by the schools all suck, crime rates are in the top 20 nationally, and all the rich people live in like virginia. i love the stories thanks so much!
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