Off the Master Cleanse and ready to relax after bizarre happenings here in El Paso, we opted for what else but a top shelf margarita on the rocks. Since our arrival, we've had everything from wind strong enough to knock us over and make us scream like little girls trying to fight our way back to our car, to applicants that applied for positions that you would never, ever, be able to tell your mother about. I mean, when someone applies for, "cock", it’s clearly a sign that unemployment is on the…err, rise?
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