The DL
So, I've been away for a bit and I left my live journal with a cynical-battery taste in it's mouth, but fine. Mexico was phattie like blunts and bitches at a Jay-Z concert . . . or Steve G's on a saturday night . . . drinking, joking, hilarity, Joe D, destruction, sins, lust, and general debauchery AND an upsetting of the ecosystem occured. I know what you are thinking, "But Drew, how is this different from any other day in your life?" Well, Julio, I'll tell you. There was sand involved in all of this, because sand is involved in everything in Mexico, especially your private parts for some reason. I just keep realizing that God has a far more base sense of humor than I can fathom. Anyways, everyone was awesome on this trip and there were those moments that were just spectacular . . . Joe as a retarded Ferret comes to mind, and nights on the beach with stars and the like, . . . without joe if that is what you freaks were thinking, and did I mention, fireworks, cause yes, I did get a hold of those, again. Yup, Mexico and a private house and beach is deifnitely made for yuppies, but it's nice to taste theirs and get a little somethin for all the oppression . . . Play the race card, PLAY IT!! Fuck it, I am getting worse and worse on this LJ thing. I'm out like the fat kid in dodge ball.
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