So now you can tour the scenic L.A. River with some chick whitewater guide and that Fred Schneider guy from the B-52s. You pay top dollar to paddle about the City of Angels in bio-hazard suit avoiding syringes and baby sized feces -- not small ones but pieces of shit the size of an eight month old child.
"But it wasn't a rock, it was rock dumpster...filled with old soggy tacos, VCRs, and peoples heads!"
Make your reservation today.