In spite of what I may have told you, I didn’t just fly into San Antonio a few days ago to piss on the Alamo, and then immediately return home. As much as I like the idea of zipping into a city, pissing all over their most sacred public artifact, and then zipping right back […]
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As much fun as you can have in San Antonio without pissing on the Alamo
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