
There’s a
story behind me feeding Keith a bite of my frozen banana.
But that
story doesn’t really mean much to you.
Nor does the
story about grown men reliving their childhood by singing “The Thong Song”
word-for-word just outside Baker, California. Or when a liberal-themed food kitchen fed us a Cobb salad
that Michael Moore had probably just finished washing in his own bidet. Or when we all peed a little bit,
laughing...