Cross-country punners

As previously stated, our 36 hour journey cross country began deep in the bible belt and ended in the city of sin. I am going to attempt to elaborate a bit on the drive. Let me preface this with some advice: if you have the chance to take a 36 hour cross-country road trip with one of your best friends and a guy you've never met, do it. What's the worst that could happen? Sure, you could lose all your money, get stuck somewhere with no car and no cash, maybe even die...but isn't a little adventure worth it? Sack up...you only live once. NOW...the trip. 36 Hours is not a very long time, relatively speaking. 36 hours in a car with 2 other dudes and no stops is the opposite of not a very long time. Yes, no stops means no showers. Sleep was attained piecemeal in the front seat or curled up in the back, laying on the "hanging clothes" that were bunched up back there. In this regard, I had a distinct advantage. You see, I had been sleeping on a hard wood floor for the past week and a distended air mattress for the week prior to that. As such, I slept like a baby in the back while Jed piloted us through the middle of the country. I awoke just before dawn, outside of Amarillo, and gladly offered to take over. I was fortunate enough to see the sun rise in the great state of Texas and witness it set in Arizona. It was amazing. While the majority of the trip was uneventful and Jed has already covered the more noteworthy stops, I feel compelled to share a series of verbal exchanges between myself and Jed. You see, I have an unhealthy love of puns, a love that Mr. Meshew shares albeit to a lesser degree. So when he turned around from the passenger side seat to inquire, "What did Tennessee? The same thing Arkansas!", the proverbial gloves were off. What happened next was an hour of puns based on the names of the 50 states including such gems as, "what did Delaware? A New Jersey!", "I got into a bar fight the other day...I Floored-a nigga.", "my uncle collects dentures...he has a Mass-a-chew-sets.", "Missouri loves company", "look at all this laundry! I feel like im Washingtons of clothes", "sometimes I remember my childhood and I Miss-a-sippy cup"and "did you hear about Louis and that skank? LOU?! Easy Ana?!". Yes...these were spoken aloud. I kinda felt sorry for Chris, the innocent bystander caught in the crossfire of this shootout. This seems like a good stopping point. Stay tuned for a recount of our tour of the casinos, including street hustlers and "club promoters" peddaling their wares.