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She's back. She's parched.

She's got queso coming out of every poor in her goddamn body.

My colon was made for Mexico.

Monizuma has no revenge on this asshole.

Hello, everybody.

I'm fresh from a bachelor at weekend and Viva Los Cabos.

Now I have said on multiple occasions that I would rather go to a nice

as prison camp than go to a bachelor at party.

I would like to retract my previous statement because while I also said that

brides are the new Alcada, I would also kind of like to retract that statement

because the brides I know are not.

Otherwise, I would not be friends with them.

I will say after my rendezvous,

Bachelorette fiasco in Mexico,

I think that when you go on a bachelor at party and you're a little bit older and

everyone's like a little bit more together and less messy and less of a social

liability and also you have the flexibility and the lubrication of just being

like a little more set, like a 24, 25 year old bachelor at party.

That's not great.

You got 84 credit cards.

They're all declining.

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