Haha, it's actually not that great of a story. I was coming back from a party and it was pouring rain. I had a white trash bag poncho on. My friend, Chelsie, was wearing hers like the KKK (not on purpose), and fortunately no one saw. We were kind of having fun getting drenched, but at the same time i was like, I'm f**king wet as hell. So, I held out my thumb and someone named... (hehe, forgot it already). Anyway, he picked us up and took us back to Bice (my building). And that's the story of my first risky hitchhiking extravaganza!
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my dad hitchhiked across the country from Wisconsin to CA seven times.
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