Alright, so we go to Cozumel thinking that we left Andrew somewhere on the ship because he failed to come home that night... Where he went, nobody knows. We all had hunches. Caitlin thought he was playing Russia roulette with some of the crew down in the lower decks. Mom thought Andrew had gotten really hammered and thought that he could swim to shore. Dad thought that he snuck into the bar after it closed and taken a bath in captain morgan... Me, on the other hand... I just couldn't care less where he was. I was throwing up all damn night. Actually I was kinda glad the slovic didn't come home that night. I could puke in peace.

Well, the next day in Cozumel we were on a beach around noontime with my family, cousin, his girlfriend and her family and we hear this gay ass horn from a moped. Who is it, Deck, on a freakin moped. Turns out he did make it off the ship (no, he didn't swim), lost us and decided that the best way to cover the most ground would be to rent a faggio (moped) and go looking for us. All of this was decided after he was walking the island for 2 hours in a pair of haggered birkenstocks that are about .5 miles away from retirement at the bottom of a trash can.

Well, to cap this story off, here he is on his moped. Look at the freakin license plate. Only this ass clown would luck out and get a moped that had his name on the license plate. C'mon folks, we were in Mexico. This is just completely random.

In a related story, Andrew got pulled over on the Faggio by the Mexican Policia because he wasn't wearing that gay helmet and that he was driving on a prohibited street. To his defense, Andrew doesn't know a word of Spanish and cannot discipher any sort of pictogram or signage. "El Stop" what the hell does that mean?

Spanglish rocks. And WTF is up with Andrew being the biggest blog whore ever this week? He's the equivalent of paris hilton to my blog. .. Big whore.

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