GOIN' BABB TO BABB

Two trips to Babb, Montana in one week inspire mini newspaper editor to write issue that doubles as not a babb lil’ drinking game.

“Babb” = take a sip

NANTON, ALBERTA

Hello everybabby.

This is an experiment in how long I can babble on about Babb, MT and work “babb” into the story for the purposes of humour and—if you choose—a funny drinking game.*

(If you are 18+ in Nanton and 21+ in Babb, read on...)

“O-O-O-H BABBY I LOVE YOUR WAYS...

...EVERYDAY.”

Leaving for Babb last week, I had several songs in my head, including Hit Me Babb-y One More Time, Babb to the Bone, and the Beach Boys’ song Babber-anne. (“Babb, Babb, Babb … Babb, Babb, Mon-tana—then up a note—Babb, Babb, Babb... Babb, Babb, Mon-tana…”) And on and so forth.

[EDITOR’S NOTE: You might need to now take a minute and catch up in sips if need be, and—new rule!—last player with a babb song-title buys next round.]

Wa-a-a-it for it... OK, go.

Babb, anyway. Babb, MT, as many Alberta-folk know, is not a babb place to skirt the cost of shipping international packages if, in my case, you don’t mind going babb and forth across the border. Too babb for me however, as I was just in Babb last week, babb I had to go babb to Babb babbcause my babbkage wasn’t in yet. Babb.

Babbsically, the point of this babbling is to say that Babb people aren’t babb people. One man with a babb hip even helped me load my babbkage into the babb of my pickup. Another lady let me use her babbroom. I met a blind pony I felt babb for. This is him:

The café there also happens to make a mean babbfast babbrito. So. Not a babb time at all.

The only babb thing about Babb is that the only babb-machine in town charges $3, which is a’babb $5 Canadian—babbnammit!

OK, have I adequately filled enough space for a newspaper and been a babb influence?

...

Probabbly.

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