Last week I drove from Chicago to L.A. with four buddies, all for a music concert.
Along the way one of my knucklehead friends got his finger stuck in a pop bottle, another burnt his leg on a seat heater, a third swears to have seen Bigfoot and lastly, Juan met a special someone in Vegas and stayed – for real.
We’re talking 2,000 plus miles and about a grand in total $$$$…not to mention, we also spotted four hitchhikers – none of whom we picked up, sorry.
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