Where I want to be…

Some cool little beach bar in Mexico.

This guy making me a bucket load after bucket load of those Margaritas until I fall off my stool and then two other fellas carry me by my feet and hands back to my room and throw me on my bed.

Wake up next morning and repeat.

(Obviously without the very annoying American woman in the background being there.)

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