We learn how to take a punch, go gunslinging with cowboys, race horses drunk in Guatemala, make grilled cheese with Matty Matheson, and sniff armpits for science. Romantic science.
We hunt for psychedelic honey in Nepal, shut down MySpace, kill the flu like they do in Peru, work out our issues in a Rage Room, and find the cure to the common hangover.
We battle with knights, sail with Vikings, fight sharks for food, talk shop with a dominatrix, and sneak into a Chinese cannabinoid factory by staging a steampunk rock opera.
We go bargain hunting with rapper Jay Worthy, give all our money to a dominatrix, try to replace a cat with a horse, and hit the woods and never look back.
We buy boyfriends in Japan, go over the top with arm wrestlers, make weed-infused trail mix and totally, possibly get hypnotized.
We drift cars, write smut, chase Instagram fame with dogs, party proof our homes, and dedicate our lives to the sitcom Friends.
We survive for 30 days without solid food, taste life as a living goddess, hack the Vancouver real estate market, and escape reality with some very nice zombies.
We drag race in LA, dress like real New Yorkers, customize grillz, tea party with Lolitas, and learn the greenest way to dispose of a human body.