Only Four Days Until Sexcation
It’s the final countdown until my trip to Mexico with The Marine. We leave Friday morning. My coworkers ask me what we’re going to do there. Since “each other” is not a work-appropriate response, I say “go the beach. Drink margaritas, you know. Mexico stuff.”
More like fuck, go the beach, fuck, drink margaritas, fuck, capture a spider monkey, and get reprimanded on the airplane for attempting to join the Mile-High Club. You know, Mexico stuff.





