65 Things to Do in Hell

Sometimes, on weeks when I'm really bored or the tabloids are really quick to flip through and the monthly mags haven't been updated, I check out Charleston Magazine. I don't make a habit of it because it's dull as dishwater and the layout makes it friggin' impossible to tell the real content from the ads (and this is even more amusing when you see the same ad in a national magazine and it's done better) and that's just not my thing. Also, I loathe anything that seems to believe Charleston is the historic district and a few plantations. It's more than that unless you are specifically talking about the historic district, k?

It's like the worst of living here rolled up into one rag. Glowing review, eh? Any way. Some woman comes in and buys three of the new Bucket List issue so she can send them to her mother and sisters. I figure this merits me looking inside. I do and the first half of the list is... special. The second half isn't so bad.

For those brave enough, follow me as I detail what I've done, what I'd like to do, and what can just go do anatomically impossible things. The Charleston Bucket List.

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