A wise man once said that there’s “funny ha-ha” and “funny uh-oh”. Well what about “funny no-no”? Translation: what if you’re about as funny as AIDS? Or AIDS on the day that you’re supposed to get your appendix taken out. I know that’s probably not at all possible but you get where I’m headed with this. Some (like myself) have made humor a gender issue but that’s just not the case. The fact is that comedy has been so saturated that sometimes we mistake dumb for funny.

Everyone I’ve ever met has a dark past with tequila. Just the mention of it makes their face go sour–the shots, the smell, the blinding drunk, and a hellacious hangover the next morning. For some reason, I am not one of those people. But after my family vacation to Mexico last week, I learned a bit about another South-of-the-Border brew: Mezcal.

Tomorrow is Cinco de Mayo – and anyone with access to alcohol is going to be celebrating the beautiful tradition of getting wasted off their ass, Mexico-style. So to give you an idea of what you’re in for, we’re re-posting my first-hand experience with the joys hazards of downing a little too much of the Mexican liquor…

Everyone I’ve ever met has a dark past with tequila. Just the mention of it makes their face go sour–the shots, the smell, the blinding drunk, and a hellacious hangover the next morning. For some reason, I am not one of those people. But after my family vacation to Mexico last week, I learned a bit about another South-of-the-Border brew: Mezcal.
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