Pics of Me in Front of Stuff: Louisiana

The number of viewers of Pics of Me in Front of Stuff has increased exponentially over the past 6 months.
How does Pics of Me in Front of Stuff know?
Big Brother is watching you in the form of Google Analytics.
According to Google Analytics over 300 people per day access the post about Pics of Me in Front of Stuff's inebriated trip to Baltimore and Towson, MD thanks to the word vagina appearing multiple times. In response to that large increase in viewership due to discussion of a particular portion of the female anatomy Pics of Me in Front of Stuff has a simple statement: vagina, vagina, vagina, VAGINA!

Now the hits should keep on rolling in!
The following video is both vagina related and hilarious though probably unrelated to anything that might appear further down.

Tosh.0

Game Ovaries

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Web Redemption

2 Girls, 1 Cup Reaction

Demi Moore Picture

For those of you looking for more than some Pics of Vagina in Front of Stuff, you may have noticed that a post featuring New Mexico - State No. 33 appeared well before there was ever a post about Louisiana - State No. 33. Since Louisiana was visited by Pics of Me in Front of Stuff in early December this post is a long time in coming. Reader, you might have suffered through Arkansas - State No. 31 waiting for the culmination of the excitement that always follows a trip to New Orleans. Pics of Me in Front of Stuff suffered through Arkansas, too. Seriously, who puts the Great River Road where you can't see the damned river? Way to go Arkansas, no wonder people from West Virginia make fun of you.
But Pics of Me in Front of Stuff will leave vaginas and Arkansas alone for now, hopefully the latter a lot longer than the former, and move onto Louisiana.

That's french, bitches. The vaginas love the French...or the French are vaginas...or either way it's Louisiana.
The main reason most people go to Louisiana is New Orleans, the Big Easy. Pics of Me in Front of Stuff likes to pretend it's different than everyone else.
Look at me, I have a blog. I like to refer to myself as Pics of Me in Front of Stuff in my blog instead of using the first person. Aren't I fucking special?!
That's usually what helps Pics of Me in Front of Stuff sleep at night, but truth be told New Orleans was the final destination of the road trip that started oh so long ago in Charleston, SC. But like every intrepid journey through the wilderness known as Arkansas and most of Louisiana there were a few photo opportunities to be had. Actually there was only one. It was the old convenience store in Transylvania, Louisiana.

Who doesn't look bad ass posing with their rented Pontiac G6?

That's right, not everyone gets to pose in Transylvania!

It got a lot more interesting further south when we reached N'awlins. Some of the photos and videos from the time in New Orleans were too drunk and blurry and possibly adult to share on Pics of Me in Front of Stuff. It had been a long day of driving and northern Louisiana is not a whole helluva lot more interesting than Arkansas. Really, the best part was knowing that as night fell Pics of Me in Front of Stuff would eventually reach the end of its journey across the southeastern United States.

Pics of Me in Front of Stuff eventually found its way to Bourbon Street and the expected debauchery evolved. New Orleans was not Bear Fights in New Brunswick drunkeness, Towsonian levels of vagina, or Phucked up in Philly levels of being blacked out for Pics of Me in Front of Stuff. CP often made me look like Bluto from Animal House in comparison.