The 405 is Paralyzing
What the hell? Yo, you’re getting on the freeway!
Yo, turn right! Get out of the lane! Don’t go. Forget procedure, just get out of the lane! Truck, truck, truck, truck! Ahhh!
You’re on the freeway!
What do I do, Murray?
Go straight, go straight, go straight! Just relax and drive, baby! Just relax and drive.
Shut up! Shut up!
Whatever you do, keep your hands on the wheel, at all times! Turn to the right! Oh, there it is. Alright, we’re off. Damn, you did wonderful. Sorry, baby.
There’s No Reason For Anyone to Go to a High School Val Party
The Loud Helicopter Struggle is Real
Direction Debates Were a Thing Way Before The Californians
Well, I’m right below Wilshire and Linden.
Oh, that’s right near me! I’m, um, above Olympic.
Great! Then, Tai you’ll go with Summer, and Cher, you’ll come with me.
Actually, you could take Wilshire to Canon, and that turns into Benedict.
Well, then she’d have to go back south and I’m already going north.
But you could take Tai on your way up to Sunset! Yeah.
That doesn’t make any sense! I’d have to get off the freeway. I hate that. Tai, go with Summer, Cher, you’ll come with me. Watch your feet.
Biking is Always a Bad Choice in a City of Bad Drivers
’90s California Grunge Was a Low Point for Men’s Fashion
So, okay, I don’t want to be a traitor to my generation and all, but I don’t get how guys dress today. I mean come on, it looks like they just fell out of bed and put on some baggy pants and take their greasy hair—ew—and cover it up with a backwards cap, and like, we’re expected to swoon? I don’t think so.