What is there to say about PCB that can't be found on a clever t-shirt. "I am to drunk to be responsible for my actions." Simple, sweet, to the point. I'm here to misbehave and I don't want you to look down on me while I bong a beer off a stripper's butt crack.
Despite the frat flag waving, beer bonging, and overall chaotic state of debauchery, I found myself enjoying this new city. This was the first time I was on the gulf side of the Sunshine State. Nothing noticeably different, smaller waves, whiter sand, little cooler temperature. The one major difference however, for this toddler of traveling was the fact that I had journeyed the farthest west I had ever been. Farther than Ohio actually!
And believe it or not, my comrades and I time traveled into the world famous central standard time...during daylight savings. WHAT? I know right, I'm like a space martian!
Our poor cell phones and GPS cried out in desperation, "We're not ready for our futuristic owners!" Too bad, you have to tell us when the bikini-tug-o-war starts. You'll thank us later.
Panama City Beach, check.
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