i'm in troncones bitch

mexico is fucking great. we are in a tiny village with no tourists and my view from the bedroom is a vast expanse of crashing green pacific waves. the atlantic can STEP. brown cold waves, jersey douchbags, and creepy jelly fish? no me gusto.

also, i should have told you all to buy stock in hornitos before i left. dear lord, send me to rehab.

travel necessities. missing: xanax, stephen marley, and method man.

recording the important details of the flight. captain's log, stardate cheeziest joke attempt ever.

airport underwear. fucking gross. dudes respond to gross marketing i guess.

i recorded a video for ya'll but the connection here is so slow that i will be back in the states before it finishes uploading. we are off to buy more tequila, i'll be back later to upload the greatest drunken ninja photo shoot of all time. hasta luego, vaqueros.

xx