Day 633 of 365 More.
Yesterday I touched a tombstone, today I touch the hand of God. Or pretty close anyway.
It’s Cinco de Mayo, one of our great holidays. The day we celebrate The father of our great nation.
José is our master. José decides who shall remember and who shall forget. Long live the Cuervo Nation!
Such a confused young man… sigh.
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Seen in my contacts’ photos. (?)
LOL! I can’t help but shudder at the thought of Cuervo, though.
Happy Cinco!
Whoa!! Cuervo makes me act like a jerk!
I am no patriot of Cuervo Nation. Now Maker’s Mark country . . .
Feliz Cinco de Mayo, carnal!
That means Happy Cinco de Mayo, buddy! Or something like that.
I like Patron better, Jose doesn’t like me. He kicks my head!
MAV! I <3 margaritas.
that is all!
I have taken the route of Sammy Hagar. Cabo Wabo baby!
@lrayholly: I’m not confused. It was cinco de mayo, wasn’t it?
@M i k e B: heh… you don’t know what you’re missing.
@shockingbird: yeah, but at least you don’t remember when it’s over. 🙂
@khaughwout: heh. Any place that elects Yasmine Bleeth their crown princess is ok by me.
@shbnggrth: well yes, he is cruel master.
@spresogna: excellent! come on over and we’ll make some and hang in the hottub.
@theshape: I’m more a Diamond Dave man myself.