Key West

Alright dudes i want to wish you a happenin spring break from no place other than Key West, Florida (U.S&A.), home of the Jimmy Buffet Margaritaville.  Sal and I packed our baggies on Monday (mon-day like heya mon jamaica LOL someone's in the island spirit.. okay it's me) and it was up up and away to the land de paradisio.  Now before I get into the bogus shitshow, let me give you a taste, per se, of le KW: Above is a kewl pic Sal shot of me down at the southernmost point of the continental U.S&A. just livin it up and soakin up the rays (when cloudtown decided to finally damn buzz off!).  Afterwards we went to Margaritaville and got a real taste of Jimmy Biffits ideas.  Besides bein an excellent muisishy, Jimmy Biffit knows where its at when it comes to the life de island!! Sal and I got some drinks and I forgave her for having idiotshit friends. Did ya know that Key West is home to Original Margaritaville? that's right, and I'm here until the 23rd baby.  77 and partly cloudy read it and weep hombre.  

Okay, so one of the reasons I'm so glad to be livin the Island life is the trip over.  Now as you know, I fuckin love to travel.  Traveltime is my passion, and I'm not just sayin that.  That said, the flight over was a heaping pile of fuckin shit.  The movie, if you can even call it that, they played was "Four Christmases", which i am giving a 0/10.  It was by far the worst filmy ever made- FUCK YOU VINCE VAUGHN!!! anyhoo, the whole time i was watching that bullshat, two damn kiddies behind me wouldn't cool it with the jibber jabber! I made an angry grunt at the two shitheads, but they didn't get the picture.. whatever.  The worst came when I needed to go to pottytown and the kiddies made funny of me for having to drop the kids off at the pool (c'mon now, it's natural).  That was the last straw and so I shook them (lightly), and fuckin stewardshit made me move to the back.  That's it for Delta- NO MORE.

= 0/10!!

But for now, I'm livin the good life with Sal with the sweet sounds of Jimmy Biffit.

Keep it real,

Bill Doody