Mexico, I'll See You When I'm Too Old To Have Fun
Oh, the troubles of being a virile, able-bodied, early 20s, white male in America approaching his sexual peak. You know how somedays you're just enjoying your life, planning for a spring break trip to Mexico, and making fun of people who are different? Then all of a sudden, your carefully planned vacation completely falls apart. I had spent the last year prepping for this trip. I maintained a strict schedule of working out, practicing weird sexual positions with women of questionable attractiveness, and building a healthy tolerance to dysentery. Then I forget a few details and the trip is ruined. We didn't have anyone to stay with, all the hotels were full, and I don't have any money. Oh well, I did spend St. Patrick's day unsuccessfully seducing married women and vomiting corn beef into a plastic hat, so I guess there's always a silver lining.
posted by Murph at 1:59 PM
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I know all about cheaper versions of Mexico. I live in New Mexico. I was the only person in my high school graduating class whose name didn't end in an O.
I read that comment about the O and laughed. Then, I did a little digging and found the actually list of your graduating class, and I became enfuriated with your flippant lies.
You forgot the 23 Baca's, 14 Benavidez's, 9 Chavez's, 11 Gonzales's, 44 Lopez's, and, of courese, the class clown, Rodrigo "Dirty" Sanchez.
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New Mexico is a mindset, not a place Murph...I'm surprised you don't know that by now.
You're as good as there already....just close your eyes, sip a little toilet water, lean back in your chair and enjoy it while the blind-in-one-eye girl you met at the bar licks your ass.
Oh wait, you said Mexico, not New Mexico? Forget what I just said then, especially the ass part.
That actually sounds like a lot more fun than going to Mexico.
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