As we burned through Saint Louis Armstrong we decided to stop and see our good friend-turned neo soul rapper Nelly. After a long and enlightening debate over the significance of southern hip hop's shady dealings in the grill and bling industry, we were escorted off the premises. Apparently it is rude to ask how many gold records it takes to cover every tooth. There was no time for a photo opportunity.
Back on the road and just as well. Except that while I was writing today's blog, Dani used the chance to pull into the lead of the license plates game. Tension mounts as we press on.
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