in baja near cabo in a little town called los barrilles. My brother and i drove into town (me driving) and we pulled into a bar where everybody was at. went to leave and backed right into a wooden electrical pole. bent that shit at quite an angle, then dipped. drove to another bar where a local we know that was wasted and on ecstacy told us that the bar owner called him (he knows um) and said that they saw two white kids in a red suburban back in their pole and they called the cops. so we ended up giving the cop chief $100 as a bride and got off the hook. went on with the night, met up with other buddies, got a quad of bud, smoked said entire quad of bud, and two of our buddies took ecstacy, coke, weed, tabacco, and were wasted as fuck all at the same time. dumbasses. Plus had to take the beach home to avoid the cop road blocks.
Woah, woah, woah, don't get too excited. I refer to my homies as gangstas, my objects as shit, and my women as bitches. That's the circle of life. -coooooooper
I refer to my friends as pal or dude, my objects as things and my women as women I deem have earned my respect and trust. -Theron.
Cheated on my gf... and my gf forgave me the next day/claim got drunk, but brought nothing but a can of coca cola. mooch win. almost did shrooms, they were in davids tea (not a guy named david, but a type of tea)
Shit man, had no idea you were legally allowed to marry money now, Baja sounds like a crazy place
Joy is the response of a lover receiving what he loves. This is the joy we feel when skiing powder... This overflowing gratitude is what produces the absolutely stupid, silly grins that we always flash at one another at the bottom of a powder run. We all agree that we never see these grins anywhere else in life.