Driving to Vegas sucks. No matter how you slice it or what's at the end of the line, the drive really smokes the asscrack. Its boring. The highlight of the trip is the fucking Mad Greek restaurant in Baker, with the roaches and beetles running all over.
Have you ever smelled Baker in the summer? It smells like the inside of a diseased crack addicts septic tank, who only eats chili-fries and pickled herring.
It's always very windy. The wind throws the Jeep all over the road, beacause you see, a Jeep is about as aerodynamic as the mainsail on the Pinta.
So I'll be driving to Vegas this weeknd.
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