Wait, what.

I have so much I need to be doing, but I can’t stop looking at pictures of Kaileen and I visiting the Grand Canyon after she Facebook commented on the one above earlier today.

We took more pictures of us giving the finger at the Grand Canyon than nice, presentable photos that we could show our grandmothers. Once we started, we couldn’t stop. It felt like the funniest thing — acting so miserable and angry despite viewing a breath-taking Natural Wonder of the World.

This was the start of a 28 hour bender that ended with a free ride in a town car to a strip club. We were ushered into the VIP section where we sat down in giant, leather easy chairs while loud rap music videos played on giant screens plastered around the building. Titties were everywhere and with a cigarette in one hand and a drink in the other, I never felt more like Jay Z.