Well I sure as hell hope you're enjoying comedy, TV, and your cellphone not ringing. Best I can tell, we're having a liver-flush of a time South of the Border. Mexico, not Portland.
I'm running out of time here in the Cafe Interneto, as the Policia locales are on the trail of a missing marlin statue. You try getting a 7-foot papier mache fish in a cab, see if you don't attract a little attention.
The Ladies are off for massages at 1pm, Shoogs and I are heading to the beach for our daily fitness regime of 8 minutes of swimming followed by looking for the smokes, then it is off to town for some shopping. I kid you not, the girls here are in Catholic Schools, complete with outfits. Tomorrow we snorkel! All of this, and come Friday night, Jefe here gots himself a corporate gig. Oh. Crapolita.
Via Con Dios, Mes Amigos,
ARRIBA
Take Me Home
My Non-Funny Blog.
Geoff Lott: Comedian, Writer, Philosoteur. I am here to amuse you, not entertain you. If not now, later. If not you, somebody else. If you can't laugh at yourself, that's just fine, too. I will do it for you.
Dear Geoff,
ReplyDeleteHere we are in paradise and look at us, nerding out. I still can't poop.
Killorn