What happens when you gather fifteen good friends, fly everyone to Nicaragua and then embark on a cigar junket? You end up with a bunch of Bozos on a bus.
We rendezvous tonight at SeaTac airport for the red-eye to Houston and thence to Managua, we few, we lucky few. Then its "All Bozos please board the bus!" as we wend our way across the Nicaraguan countryside, cigar smoke pouring from the windows as if from a clown-car on fire.
Stay tuned for the goofiness. The utter simplicity of this plan is staggering: No planning, no decisions, literally just a Bozo on a Bus, along for the ride. Its my vacation from journeying, combined with some concentrated Bro time.
Muy Bueno!
We rendezvous tonight at SeaTac airport for the red-eye to Houston and thence to Managua, we few, we lucky few. Then its "All Bozos please board the bus!" as we wend our way across the Nicaraguan countryside, cigar smoke pouring from the windows as if from a clown-car on fire.
Stay tuned for the goofiness. The utter simplicity of this plan is staggering: No planning, no decisions, literally just a Bozo on a Bus, along for the ride. Its my vacation from journeying, combined with some concentrated Bro time.
Muy Bueno!
Eggszellentamente!! And an efficient crew, too. No need for toxic insect repellent.
ReplyDeleteGodspeed Bozos!
ReplyDeleteI will be joining the expectant crowd gathering now at...............
Dutch Elm Street!