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yeah cancun was fucking awesome. me and joe had a blast. so much went down. here's some quotes i found amuzing...
me = me
joe = joe
aunt = joe's aunt
carlos/israel = waiter we met
dad = joe's dad
niki and maria = joes cousins
first night in cancun. we all go out for a dinner with the entire family (joe's family). we're all talking about how long the flight was, and how it was very 'hectic'
aunt: "yeah they stopped me at customs"
dad: "why?"
aunt: "cause they apparently thought i was a terrorist. i mean seriously, do i look like a terrorist?!"
*she then looks over at me and joe and points to us*
aunt: "i mean of all people, i look the least like a terrorist, but take pat and joe over here. i mean if anyone looks like terrorists around here, it'd definatly be them, yet THEY aren't stopped, only i am"
joe's aunt talking about niki and maria the next morning at breakfast. Note: niki and maria were NOT there.
aunt: "i swear to god i've had it with them, i can't take it anymore. they both always tell me that I'M wrong and they THEY are right. i swear, if i hear niki or maria talk back to me one more time, i'm going to friggin kill them!!"
*aunt stops, looks over at me with a worried facial expression, covers her mouth a gasps a little*
aunt: "oh my god, i didn't mean literally patrick. i'm sorry. i'm not literally goign to kill them. i need to watch what i say next time. i don't want you to get the wrong idea. please don't be scared of me sweety."
me and joe are in a restaurant, and we're trying to learn spanish, and carlos is helping us out.
me: "como estas"
carlos: "fbdsauifbydsauifbda" <--- spanish i didn't understand
me: "what?"
carlos: "see you need to learn more languages other than English. this way if you do this, you can flirt with girls of any nationality and make your choices more broad"
me and joe at the same restaurant, ordering our food, when two really hot girls pass. i whistle to get their attention, but they didn't hear. Israel was out waiter.
Israel: "hunting i see"
next day, me and joe get breakfast, and joe see's Israel.
joe: "hey Israel"
Israel: "how was that hunt yesterday? get a good gathering? going to do it again today?"
same day, me and joe are walking back from riding jetskis, and we encounter Israel again.
me and joe: "hey Israel"
Israel: "out on the hunt again i see. i hope you got a good catch so far today"
joe's family, and me, are all walking back to the resort after dinner, and me and joe are ahead of everyone.
aunt: "oh my god, they are so friendly, i love them to death. do you think we could take them back with us and keep them without pay?"
me to joe: "who is she talking about?"
joe to me: "mexicans"
aunt in the backround: "yeah i mean they can live in the poolhouse and everything"
me and joe the flee market, trying to buy something from a guy that i forgot what it was.
me: "i'll give you 70 peso"
guy: "hahahaha no. give me 150 peso"
me: "fuck that, i can get it cheaper at home. 80 peso"
guy: "are you kidding me? 140 peso"
me: "fuck that, i'll find it somewhere else"
*me and joe walk out of store*
guy yells out after us: "you go do that, and when you do, you can shove it up your ass"
nice guy, right
in conclusion, me and joe have made an agreement that all of cancun are stoners. we drew up this conclusion by just a few things.
1) every store we went into had about 50 pipes each, and 20 bongs.
2) everytime we went into a store, guys offered us weed, 'cause it was the "real stuff"
3) we saw a tee-shirt of a mcdonalds sign. but instead of it saying mcdonalds, it said "marijuana" and then under it it said "cancun, over 1 billion high"
4) we saw another shirt of the nike symbol, but instead of being the nike symbol, it was a pipe with marijuana in it. underneath it, it said "just do it"
5) everyone we encountered, or almost everyone, was high in this flee market.
the end.
"i want mexicans to live in my poolhouse, bitch"
me = me
joe = joe
aunt = joe's aunt
carlos/israel = waiter we met
dad = joe's dad
niki and maria = joes cousins
first night in cancun. we all go out for a dinner with the entire family (joe's family). we're all talking about how long the flight was, and how it was very 'hectic'
aunt: "yeah they stopped me at customs"
dad: "why?"
aunt: "cause they apparently thought i was a terrorist. i mean seriously, do i look like a terrorist?!"
*she then looks over at me and joe and points to us*
aunt: "i mean of all people, i look the least like a terrorist, but take pat and joe over here. i mean if anyone looks like terrorists around here, it'd definatly be them, yet THEY aren't stopped, only i am"
joe's aunt talking about niki and maria the next morning at breakfast. Note: niki and maria were NOT there.
aunt: "i swear to god i've had it with them, i can't take it anymore. they both always tell me that I'M wrong and they THEY are right. i swear, if i hear niki or maria talk back to me one more time, i'm going to friggin kill them!!"
*aunt stops, looks over at me with a worried facial expression, covers her mouth a gasps a little*
aunt: "oh my god, i didn't mean literally patrick. i'm sorry. i'm not literally goign to kill them. i need to watch what i say next time. i don't want you to get the wrong idea. please don't be scared of me sweety."
me and joe are in a restaurant, and we're trying to learn spanish, and carlos is helping us out.
me: "como estas"
carlos: "fbdsauifbydsauifbda" <--- spanish i didn't understand
me: "what?"
carlos: "see you need to learn more languages other than English. this way if you do this, you can flirt with girls of any nationality and make your choices more broad"
me and joe at the same restaurant, ordering our food, when two really hot girls pass. i whistle to get their attention, but they didn't hear. Israel was out waiter.
Israel: "hunting i see"
next day, me and joe get breakfast, and joe see's Israel.
joe: "hey Israel"
Israel: "how was that hunt yesterday? get a good gathering? going to do it again today?"
same day, me and joe are walking back from riding jetskis, and we encounter Israel again.
me and joe: "hey Israel"
Israel: "out on the hunt again i see. i hope you got a good catch so far today"
joe's family, and me, are all walking back to the resort after dinner, and me and joe are ahead of everyone.
aunt: "oh my god, they are so friendly, i love them to death. do you think we could take them back with us and keep them without pay?"
me to joe: "who is she talking about?"
joe to me: "mexicans"
aunt in the backround: "yeah i mean they can live in the poolhouse and everything"
me and joe the flee market, trying to buy something from a guy that i forgot what it was.
me: "i'll give you 70 peso"
guy: "hahahaha no. give me 150 peso"
me: "fuck that, i can get it cheaper at home. 80 peso"
guy: "are you kidding me? 140 peso"
me: "fuck that, i'll find it somewhere else"
*me and joe walk out of store*
guy yells out after us: "you go do that, and when you do, you can shove it up your ass"
nice guy, right
in conclusion, me and joe have made an agreement that all of cancun are stoners. we drew up this conclusion by just a few things.
1) every store we went into had about 50 pipes each, and 20 bongs.
2) everytime we went into a store, guys offered us weed, 'cause it was the "real stuff"
3) we saw a tee-shirt of a mcdonalds sign. but instead of it saying mcdonalds, it said "marijuana" and then under it it said "cancun, over 1 billion high"
4) we saw another shirt of the nike symbol, but instead of being the nike symbol, it was a pipe with marijuana in it. underneath it, it said "just do it"
5) everyone we encountered, or almost everyone, was high in this flee market.
the end.
"i want mexicans to live in my poolhouse, bitch"