Tabishland

I'm just still recovering from my wicked awesome Spring Break in Daytona Beach. It was so friggen' awesome. Here is a picture of some guys I met- Ronnie B, some other guy, Brett who we called "The Finger", some other guy and oh, what was his name? Mmm, Mike or something like that- Mike, Mark, I don't remember. Those guys were awesome. They came to party!

Daytona Beach knows how to PARTY!

I spent a week drinking Coors Light out of this contraption made from a trash bags, a turkey baster and some garden hose. We also invented a drink with equal parts Vodka, gatorade and the left over milk part from a bowl of Cocoa Puffs. We called it an ass-kicker- 'cause it kicked our asses.

So, my head is still throbbing from all of that. Plus I think I 'caught a rare strain of anthrax and I owe six thousand dollars to the Daytona Beach Petting Zoo for an incident with one of their alpacas.

But as soon as I get my head together- I'll be back!

(by the way, anyone know what it means when you develop a rash of little blue spots on your toungue?)