The Pizza Here Sucks
Digg It!
It´s been hard to find anything to complain about here, but you all know me. I´ll find something. And I´m not even kidding about the pizza. But the Mexican food is great. The staff at the facility is amazing. They do like a 20 minute sea lion show, and my rewrite is pretty damn funny, if I do say so myself.
Now I know what you´re all thinking. You´re thinking that I´m spending my time taking advantage of the free chips and salsa at the local cantinas, getting really drunk every night, and getting shot down by beautiful women. But that´s simply not true. Most of the women that shoot me down aren´t even that attractive. Speaking of ugly, Tuesday night sure was. I went out with some of the guys I work with, and grabbed some tacos. I also learned that beer is supposed to be drunk with salt, so I´ve been doing that lately. Because I´m a local. Now as you all know, drinking tequila makes you smarter. So that´s why I found myself climbing a narrow stairwell to the top of the clock tower in the center of town at about one o´clock in the morning (please don´t tell my mom). A policeman apparently saw me and my buddy climb out the door When he asked what we were doing, my friend answered, ¨We went in the door on the side of the clock tower because we thought it was a bathroom." The cop seemed satisfied with that answer, so I didn´t have to bust out a five spot this time. Interesting fact about the cops in Mexico: They have to buy their own guns, so a lot of them have nines and M-16s.
Most of the Americans here are obnoxious toolbags from places like Texas and Florida who wear flourescent pink tank tops and t-shirts which say things like, "I´m shy, but I have a big ****." So I spend almost all my time hanging out with the Mexicans and Mayans from work who are all extremely kool. Well, I gotta catch the bus home, but I´ll write again soon.
