Cinco de Mayo.
Where is my beer? Where is my salt? Where is my lime?
Talk about caught with your pants down. Sheesh.
Actually not caught with my pants down.
Which brings up another question —
Where is the man with rock hard abs I should be embellishing with the damn lime and salt?
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“Where is the man with rock hard abs I should be embellishing with the damn lime and salt?”
Oops where is my thong?
Oh yeah. It’s Cinco de Mayo. It’s on the floor where it belongs.
Hey! I celebrated a day early over here…you can borrow “South African Boy” but I don’t think he has rock hard abs!
Happy Belated Cinco! I owe you some margaritas!
South Africa Boy is like one of those fish you catch by accident and throw back.
Now that is funny!