muller

I don't know even where to start.

We went to mexico and kicked it's ass.
most of the details are still hazy, as am I. I'll be able to give a more concise update later, but this is what I am sure of:

a. Punt dislocated his shoulder while falling and didn't even drop his cigarette.

b. Kohllywoood and Punt threw about 30 beers on each other. a few of them were in the middle of a nice restaurant.

c. I lounged to long in the sun with no sunscreen and became the sexiest lobster, ever.

d. Bob did the centipede in the middle of a wedding reception.

e. I smuggled dope in, and Havanas out

f. Bob turned 30

g. we were so overbearing in every aspect of the resort, that everyone we talked to asked if we were the "viva el Bob" crew.

h. and I forget what h is for, but

I. Punt passed out on the sink of the bathroom with his boxers on, smoking a cig, while Kohl proceeded to take a shower in his clothes. When I pointed out that small fact, Kohl then proceeded to take off all of his clothes and shower with his Bruno Mali's on. He then decided, that wasn't enough so he started greco roman wrestling with Punt and then decided to chase us around with all of his manhood blowing in the breeze.


There is so much more to tell, but i'll wait until the pictures are ready, so I can take you all on a visual tour of a trainwreck.

I had the time of my life.




Viva el bob!