I feel like a nekulturny for sticking to Tecate.

Brave New World, oh nooo.

¿Nadaría en una alberca de mercurio estilo Rico McPato?

Ahí viene el Googletag.

I love really thin pancakes.

A BIL owns one and it doesn’t impress me. No matter how good they look on the outside the interiors always disappoint at least IME.

If it’s in the contract he signed he’s pretty much screwed, full stop. Then again what’s the use of that much junk anyway.

And... what if you like to lie nekkid in the sun? Are people allowed to take pictures of you? = )

The Other Guys also gave me a good chuckle. Michael Keaton as Ferrell and Wahlberg’s captain and BB&B salesman absolutely killed me.

Call me when they spill the jalapeños.

I dropped by only because I’m a fan of Ferrell.

You’re not alone. My first times at take-off and landing I grabbed the armrests so tightly that my knuckles went white, I sweated like a mop and probably went pale as a ghost as well. Circling for an hour over MEX due to a stubborn red light in the cockpit cured me of that. And the free beer afterwards for our trouble…

It’s not even shooting from the hip but with the gun still in its holster.

I’m no one to tell others what to do with their money but well he has a duty with his fellow workers. Strange that he hadn’t at least said anything in their support.

I thought so.

“We’ve seen the enemy and it’s us.”

Fire-proof.

And Tom Cruise?

I think I’ll stick to Big Kahunas, thank you.

What better proof than doing the deed yourself?