Just one of those nights where you are stinking it up with yer bubs and you tell them you got a ditch that you wanna check out.....
Which of course in my book leads to bridge stinkin'.
WhiskeySlimeMike was on a stink over load.
Fuggit.
Went to scout out a nearby skatable ditch and stumbled upon this storm drain gem.
I wanna shred this thing so bad!
It was a bit of a pain in the ass due to the fact that the ceiling was probably only four foot high.
They were lagging, which gave me photo opportunities.
Reminded me of the Alien movies in a creepy kind of way.
After all, this is one of those places where no one can hear you scream.
They took a break. Right in the middle of a stinky sewer.
Fuggit part dos.
A little sippy poo!
Onward.
Rings.
After we navigated our way out, WhiskeySlimeMike needed some time to rest.
Not much of an urban hiker, this one.
El Bar.
Late night Fillibertos munchies.
24 hours a day.
Late night carne-asada nachos are the shit.
Let the hot sauce spill like blood.
Drip, drip, drip!
All night long.
Then it was down to business.
Nothing beats a little adventure!
EatFiend
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