It first starts out with the obvious and initial purchase
When walking the streets, it becomes apparent, you can go cheap
(Above: That's 10 pesos' folks, not 10 Dollars...10 pesos is about 75 cents)
Then of course when you finally get there, you gotta stake your claim, show these MexiMelts what your rank is in the world...
So I live the high life, poundin' the Cristal like it's my job...Jay-Z ain't got nothin' on me
Even when drinking as much Cristal as you can drink, a man needs a quality brew delivered to him. Lounging on the beach, pounding 16 peso brews ($1.20) all day and night
Never far from a bed, $200 pesos? please, that's like a pitcher of brew a Mulligan's...gimme three just in case I spooge on two before I pass out
When finding a bed, you an also play the worlds easiest variation of "Where's Waldo". You can play the easy(See: Farmer) version and find the guy in the speedo, or you could play the slightly harder version (See. Hetersexual) and find the girl in the thong version:
Don't get me wrong, sometimes a man gets a bit homesick from the strange and needs some familiar, that why I head on over to my comfort restaurant, the ol' Mr. Pollo Kentucky
None of this would be special, or even close to enjoyable if it weren't for the Bimbo's at every street corner
Tomorrow is another day of exploring, learning and having regret about passing up all those hepatitis shots in college.
Salute!
-Busch
