The story of our family traveling across several states is not the story of 6 people on a fall break trip, but that of 6 bladders on a fall break trip. Bladders of different volumes, varying tolerances for liquid discomfort, a couple of which SWORE they were emptied at the truck stop 30 minutes ago, but, no, that’s not a possibility, because here we are at another fast food joint so said bladders can empty “again”.
It’s a story of 6 bladders visiting every condemnable restroom in the Kentucky-Tennessee corridor.
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