Vermont is snuggled warmly betwixt New York and New Hampshire. It is a fine place for skiing, and probably other outdoorsy-type things. Kayaking or hunting or what-have-you. Frankly, all Y.P.R. knows of Vermont (being itself New York-centric) is that two crazed lunatics on a savage sugar high run some sort of heavily fortified ice-cream compound. Anyway, it's a good thing that Y.P.R. and Amy Stender have found each other.
For what it's worth, the following things rhyme with "Vermont Girl": croissant pearl, détente swirl, savant whirl, puissant twirl, Commandant Earl, nonchalant curl, debutante hurl, Miltont Berle, Nice font, Shirl.
About Vermont Girl
Amy L. Stender lives in the woods, feeding off indigenous roots and berries. Last winter, she got wicked crazy-hungry and took down a 4-point buck with nothing more than dental floss and a pen knife. She runs around in a T-shirt emblazoned “ILOVERMONT” and likes to yell “Funkified!” at strangers. Her favorite reading selections are usually penned by Neil Gaiman, Charles Bukowski, and Hubert Selby Jr. The first graphic novels she read were Nausicaa of the Valley of Wind (Volumes 1-4) by Hayao Miyazaki and she hasn’t stopped since. She wants Henry Rollins to know she thinks he’s a hot animal machine and she wishes he would return her phone calls. Her blog is:
