052. Cancun, Mexico
This is the worst Passport Control / Customs line I’ve ever seen. I mean, I’m actually proud of Homeland Security’s bureaucratic efficiency after standing in this line for twenty minutes and moving… barely a few steps.
I’m going to write my first blog post in a customs line.
There’s not much to say.
I just saw a pregnant lady.
I just saw ANOTHER pregnant lady.
There’s my first verifiable pair of fake [t]its on an overly tanned, bleached, ever so slightly wrinkled body.
Bubba Gump Shrimp is doing some major advertising on that atrocious wall!
(I found this scribbled in the back of a book I was reading – a mediocre book, at best – while on vacation in Mexico this past February. And that photo, it has absolutely nothing to do with the vacation. I didn’t take any cameras to Mexico!)