Robot Underwear

The food at last night’s groups was the best so far. A+. Not only was Mexican food provided, we also had snacks and warm cookies at the end. This may be the highlight of the whole trip. Otherwise Santa Clara kind of seems like it sucks. Sorry Santa Clara.

Santa Clara = snooze time

So now – off to LA. I was sad this morning to return the Mustang without having time to do a naked lady photo shoot, but I think that the shot included in the previous post would likely top anything I was capable of. I’d also like to point out the time stamp on that photo. Someone scanned that shit in. Someone took that photo earnestly and was so into it that they decided to share it with friends. I also like that the lady (and I use the term “lady” loosely) is wearing capri pants. It makes the whole thing feel very spontaneous.

Who doesn't love tea-bagging?

Anyhow, once at the airport I was again selected for screening. What the fuck American Airlines? The screening was easily the MOST DETAILED SCREENING EVER. First, whilst patting my down, the dude slid his hands a little too high and touched lower ball area. I do not feel that this is acceptable. Then, after tea-bagging his hands with my goods, he went through every fucking thing in my bags. He literally took out my book and flipped through the pages. WTF would be in the pages of my book? He also looked at like every container within my bag. Surprise! My sunglasses case has fucking sunglasses in it.

As I land in LAX, wish me car rental luck. Cross your fingers for another mustang. I promise that if I get another Mustang I will pose topless on it and post the pictures here.