There is absolutely no doubt in my mind that I am, by far and away, the fastest walker in Santiago. And to take advantage of…
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Anyone who has been privileged enough to attend a University will probably tell you it was the most memorable, if not the best time of…
My kindergarten class was at a daycare center called Children’s World. If you asked the staff they’d say I was well behaved. I participated in sing alongs even though I didn’t know what “eep eep eep eeples and beneneenes” were and why so many people liked to eat them. I raised two fingers in the air and put one over my lips when the counselors said “Signals on”. I marched in the single file line with everyone else. For the most part, with the exception of a few time outs, I was a good kid. That was all until the day I finally crossed the line.
Before we get to the guide, here is a quick history of cheerleading. A brief history of cheerleading: In 1953, a lonely Chinaman business owner…
A rumor: Dude, you have to go the Greek Islands. It’s fucking beautiful, and the girls are all hot and down to fuck. Dude, I’m…
My corner bar, Jones, is nirvana. If my bank account could support frivolous spending, I would be there every day of the week. Whether it…
One of the luxuries/drawbacks of being a quazi-illegal immigrant with a UK and USA passport living in Chile is that you must collect another tourist visa every 90 days. Combine this obligatory task with a love for adventure and mayhem and you have one happy Luke. My method of travel is to arbitrarily elect a “must do in my life” goal, then make absolutely zero effort with regards to planning or preparing for that goal irrelevant of it’s very possible dangers and pitfalls, and then head off in what I believe to be the right direction. Well a few weeks ago I decided to renew the visa and complete a “must do in my life goal” of climbing a 6,000+ meter mountain (roughly 20,000 feet) in the very beautiful and challenging Bolivian mountains.
I do not consider myself an evil man. I open doors for the ladies. I will cross a busy highway to help a wheelchair up a curb. I don’t step on cracks to avoid breaking my mother’s back. In general, I love everything and everyone on this planet and do my best to contribute to our continued growth and development. But one hilarious and cruel evening, I faltered. This story is about the time I anti-poisoned Grant.
This page puts it rather well … http://www.break.com/index/ipecac-vomit-prank.html
Growing up, my mother watched football and cleaned while my father watched Star Trek and cooked. I acquired one hobby from each- watching football and…
There are three types of girls I don”t trust: girls who are horny yet don”t have sex, girls who believe in pinky swears, and…