When say I was blackout drunk, that’s not completely accurate considering I can remember a great deal of the night. But blackout sounds better for the title of this post than brownout, which I believe is the more correct term...
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The Beer Mile or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Foam Puke. For some, the ultimate test of athleticism is the 100 meter dash, meaning speed is your measure. For others, it’s the marathon, putting endurance high...
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There’s only one way to get your run on while in Las Vegas, and that’s before you start drinking. Our flight hits the ground at 5:30pm and it’s still 108 degrees. We have three hours before we head to EDC...
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