Dead End – The New Drinking Game

We’re driving through Texas and are about an hour out of Dallas. Isn’t technology amazing? I’m out in the middle of nowhere and I’m blogging. In fact, this post is all about how middle of nowhere we are.

As we’ve been riding along I-20, watching the sites, we have created a new game, called Dead End. Why, you ask? Because nearly every exit you pass ends in a dead end. We have gone for miles with nothing to look at except exits that have no names, one farm, and then dead end. After driving 50 miles of screaming, “Dead End!” we decided to make it a drinking game.

Now we’re drunk and screaming at a big pig on the side of the road! 48 miles to Dallas!