...that if posts over the next week or so don't come as regular as they have been, it's because I have managed to manipulate an otherwise sound woman into marrying me. In addition to this event, I've planned a week of further brainwashing South of the Border to seal the deal. On the plus side, if the oil spill in the Gulf has produced any mutated marine life, I'll be right there to bring you the first pix. Pray for the mutated marine life, otherwise the only photos I'll have to share will be of me drunk and speedo-ed. That's right, I rock a speedo. I was on the swim team in high school; they take me back to a special time. What an odd way to end a post about getting married.
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