FAT, DRUNK AND STUPID IS NO WAY TO GO THROUGH MEXICO - BUT WE'RE WILLING TO TRY!
EXCITING NEWS! It's Thursday, Friday Eve...but...but...it's also just two days before we leave for a week in Mexico! Not kidding - we're talking CABO BABY! That's right, we're locking up the double-wide and heading south of the border for cheap cerveza and people talking in a funny language. It's actually a "working" vacation since we know some people who know some people who need some...ah...er....anyway, they're willing to pay big dollars for it so why not? Besides, we get to spend a few days laying around on the beach in Cabo, and its not like they couldn't get it from almost anyone in East L.A. anyway.
Planning for a trip like this is always stressful. You all know what we're talking about - all the bases that need to be covered so your world doesn't come to a screeching halt while you're gone. In our case that not only means making sure the space rent is paid up here at the trailer park, but also getting someone that looks like our photo ID's to stand in line for our weekly court ordered blood tests and someone else to pick up our county check on Friday and deliver half of it (in cash) to our bookie (look, we've had a few bad weeks at the dog track, ok?). The logistics of our lives are mind boggling!
Packing is another area that makes us reach for the Zanex. Trying to figure out how to not only get all of our clothes, suntan lotion and meds (prescribed by a licensed physician of course!) to fit in one suitcase, but also Kevin's porn magazines (all models are over the age of 18!) and Stacy's battery operated "stress reducers" is a major nightmare. Not to mention the fact that we spilled most of our tequila pouring it into 3 oz bottles so we could bring it in our carry-on! It's a total pain - but we don't leave until Saturday, and tomorrow is Friday, so we defintely still have time to figure it all out and still party it up one last time in the good ole U.S. of A...
Speedy Gonzales may be a stereotype, but... We'll fit right in - we have serapes for our beers!
We spilled soooo much pouring it into 3 oz bottles! Stacy after licking up the spillage - she's ready for Mexico!
Planning for a trip like this is always stressful. You all know what we're talking about - all the bases that need to be covered so your world doesn't come to a screeching halt while you're gone. In our case that not only means making sure the space rent is paid up here at the trailer park, but also getting someone that looks like our photo ID's to stand in line for our weekly court ordered blood tests and someone else to pick up our county check on Friday and deliver half of it (in cash) to our bookie (look, we've had a few bad weeks at the dog track, ok?). The logistics of our lives are mind boggling!
Packing is another area that makes us reach for the Zanex. Trying to figure out how to not only get all of our clothes, suntan lotion and meds (prescribed by a licensed physician of course!) to fit in one suitcase, but also Kevin's porn magazines (all models are over the age of 18!) and Stacy's battery operated "stress reducers" is a major nightmare. Not to mention the fact that we spilled most of our tequila pouring it into 3 oz bottles so we could bring it in our carry-on! It's a total pain - but we don't leave until Saturday, and tomorrow is Friday, so we defintely still have time to figure it all out and still party it up one last time in the good ole U.S. of A...
Speedy Gonzales may be a stereotype, but... We'll fit right in - we have serapes for our beers!
We spilled soooo much pouring it into 3 oz bottles! Stacy after licking up the spillage - she's ready for Mexico!
We see you two have not changed a bit while we were gone. Same old silly bastards you were and will always be. Have fun in Cabo!
love,
guy and cary.
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I know where you got all those meds, and it aint' no licensed physician. Can anyone say "www.SelfServeRX.com"?? Will no one put a stop to this? Consider this my formal announcement: I will not rest until the people who care about you (I'm sure I can find somebody, somewhere...) have staged an intervention. Doesn't anyone else hear their pathetic cries for help?
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