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     So we made it home safe! Suprisingly, neither of us got any speeding tickets over the 5,000+ miles we drove during the trip. Tuesday afternoon we dropped the Ford Escape and caught a short flight back to Los Angeles. With all the driving, I grew somewhat attached to the mid sized SUV. So much so that now I’m back in my tiny Civic, I feel like I’m driving a go-cart! More…

We took the free city bus into the LoDo district where we traveled to Double Daughters— the equivalent to walking into a Tim Burton movie, on acid. We sampled the drink called “Go fuck yourself”, which is a family recipe that can be best explain as a 17-alcohol concoction that will shake your insides inside out. 

We made friends, ate street-side burritos, educated bums on marketing techniques, and oh yeah, sucked a lifesaver off a random lady.

The night ended with me getting lost. Great night in Denver… on our way back West. 

“Is this a joke, boy?” the slightly overweight salesman originally from Ft. Worth said with a relaxed demeanor. He gave me two options:

1. Redneck style ($250)
2. Cowboy style ($900)

After explaining to him our endeavors to make it to New York staying on woo-peoples’ couches, I agreed on the coolest (and least expensive) Lone Star state get-up.

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“Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you’re gonna get.”

Well, unfortunately for me, I bit into the chocolate that is covered in public urination. YUCKIE! Can you believe it? Wait… no, you can’t, because neither can I. Tyler warned me not to take a leak in Pacific Beach. I brushed it off, and drained the lizard in a parking lot between two cars. As I walked out from the two cars and zipped my pants, the big black van in the street caught my attention. “Let’s go dude!” More…

I’m all for being a humanitarian and contributing to a good cause, but how many guys can you say look good doing it? Here are your choices:

1) Rdot

2) TheOysta

3) All of the above More…