Yeah, this is Rated R, in case I don’t know you and you happened to stumble upon this site today. Watch it if you want, but don’t hold me responsible. I warned you.
01.08A is like B on Z

This would be a great sketch to do in the US with some old comedian. Like Cosby.
12.04Echolocation

The only phrase you never want to hear in the desert is: “That was the last of the water.”
The man in front of me, the one who is holding the empty water bottle, he and I are part of a documentary team lead by one of my friends from high school, our goal is to document the current state of racism in the United States. It was a vague thesis to begin with, but we went along with it; the other members of the crew out of faith in the project, me: because I’m getting paid.
That’s the only logical reason, as far as I can tell.
I’m getting paid for every second I’m stuck in this God forsaken canyon at high noon. I got paid to see a 3-D porn flick in St. Louis. I got paid to have the FBI put out and APB on our car in Virginia, to trudge through a Manhattan downpour in search of a place to sleep, to end up in Texas when aiming for Oklahoma, to smoke fresh pot in New Mexico, and – currently – hike eight miles in to, and out of, an Indian reservation just beyond Grand Canyon National Park.
Anything to get away from the monotony of home or a corporate stalemate for a few bucks over minimum wage.
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