Ranking the 50 States (Top 10)

10. South Dakota

“South Dakota, really?” Yes, REALLY. What seems like one big wheat field at first glance is actually one of the coolest states there is: Sturgis, Deadwood, the Black Hills, Mount Rushmore, Badlands National Park, and the greatest movie of all time, Dances With Wolves, was filmed there. It might be the most overlooked state there is.

9. Utah

If it weren’t for the Mormons running everything here, this place might rank higher. But geographically, this state ranks up there with the best of em.

8. Oregon

Honestly, Oregon isn’t my cup of tea but I can respect it for what it is. It’s far and away better than Washington, and Portland can beat Seattle’s buttcheeks blood red in being a real ass city.

6/7. New Hampshire/Vermont

Let’s just be clear, there’s no difference between Vermont and New Hampshire. Maybe there’s a huge rivalry between the residents of these two states, but no one outside of that gives a fuck. That being said, if I could live anywhere, I’d like to live here. It’s peaceful, quiet, beautiful, and people don’t seem to be ignorant. That’s a rare combination.

5. Arizona

Sedona, Lake Havasu, Grand Canyon, Tombstone, etc, etc. Phoenix and Tucson are moving on up towards being real ass cities. At number 5, Arizona can’t get much higher (unless it legalizes pot)

4. Texas

Texas isn’t just a state on a map. It’s also a state of mind. It’s a place for people who like to drive like a goddamn maniac, curse Jerry Jones, and open carry for no other reason but to feel one step closer to death. You either get it or you don’t. And unfortunately, I get it.

3. California

Suck it losers. You can laugh at California’s problems all you want. Gas can be $50 a gallon with wildfires raging every 20 feet and this state would STILL rank number 3. Because here’s the thing that Americans that live in the other 49 states don’t understand: Californians don’t think about you. They know they live in one of the the coolest states…and one of the greatest places anywhere in the world…and you don’t. Boo hoo.

2. Colorado

I got REALLY high at a McDonalds in Denver and forgot where I was at. I tried the same thing at a Starbucks in San Diego and it just wasn’t the same. In short, Colorado is the best state to get high in.

1. Hawaii

No matter where you’re at in the United States, or in the world for that matter, we can all agree: we’d rather be in Hawaii right now.

shoot me, deadly

I burned the apartment complex down while making nachos. After the court cases were settled and 20 people were made homeless, I needed the money.

A strange man walked into my office. He laid his briefcase on the desk and pulled out his revolver.

“I’m here to offer you a shot at redemption,” he told me.

“What’s the case?” I asked.

“You’re the worst private dick in town,” he said. “I need a moron, a dipshit, a loser, a complete piece of shit that would be willing to take the fall when things go south.”

I took out a cigarette and thought for a moment. Fuck it, I thought. I needed the paycheck.

“Give it to me,” I said.

“A mafiosos daughter has gone missing. She was last seen in San Diego. Here’s her picture.”

She looked like a woman that could eat your heart out and save room for dessert.

“What’s the dame’s name,” I ask.

“Isabella Maria,” he replied. “She was a spoiled brat. She dropped out of law school to pursue a career in phlebotomy but got caught up in the wrong crowd if you know what I mean.”

“Drugs?”

“No, improv comedy. She was terrible.”

“Well,” I said. “I’ll need a $5,000 deposit and a list of references.”

“Just send me the bill. Everything you need to know is in this briefcase.”

The briefcase was a Boccio. Italian leather. Not sure why he bothered. A Manila folder would have worked just fine.

“I didn’t get your name sir,” I said.

“My name’s not important. But what I represent is.”

Fuckin weirdo.

The man left and I told my secretary to not take any calls. I went back into the office and pulled out a handle of Everclear. After popping my Zeldox and Zoloft, I lifted the glass up to a picture of my dead mother.

“Welp, things are shit and they ain’t getting any better,” I said.

And down the hatch she went.