Twelve Tacos

Yeah, that shit felt awesome. That was three months after I broke it. I guess I decided one day, "maybe it SHOULDN'T do that. Anyway, still in physical therapy. For a pinky. I know I know, but keep in mind I play guitar. Without that ability, I'd never get laid. I know, you're saying, "but Derek you're such a hot man and I want you to make babies in me". Trust me, I know. However, when I talk I sound REALLY stupid, so guitar and singing is my "panty dropper". Not so good without the guitar. I tried it once acapella and I all I got was a 70 year old lady that couldn't hear and thought I was her son who died in 'nam and a ticket for disturbing the piece.

Ok. As I posted the vod-cran pic on Friday, you are probably wondering what became of my night of drinking and if not before, you are especially wondering now. Let me begin by explaining that I had been drinking beer all day in the Texas sun while monitoring a "garage sale". Skip ahead to 6:30 when my lady friend came to the house with the vodka and cran. I still hadn't eaten. Kay. Skip ahead again to about 3:30am after many of the drink-businesses and I'm pretty sure it looked something like this: Ok. so my lady friend finds me this way and proceeds to say she is going to go get food and would I like anything. "No. I don't feel good." I reply with the dry throat and pukey-lips. "You sure" the lady friend asks again. Then me, "Well I wouldn't be disappointed with a dozen tacos." WTF? Apparently vodka makes you REALLY into mexican food.
My point here is Tacos in Russia = LOTS OF MONEY.
That's all for now. Make sure you tip off any of the mexicans you know about their dreams coming to fruition in Moscow.