This last weekend, Stefan and I took a spontaneous trip down to Salsapuedes in Mexico to try and score some surf. We brought our dogs, Kuta & Monkey and met up with our friends Ricky and Lindsay. Kuta has never been to Mexico before and let me tell you, KUTA HATES MEXICO! More specifically, Kuta hates fireworks in Mexico. For those of you that don’t know, fireworks are legal in Mex so all the guys have to buy them and try to blow shit up all day (I think its a genetic flaw in the Y chromosome, but that is just a theory). So we are hanging out at the camp site drinking Tecates and there are fireworks going off ALL NIGHT LONG and Kuta was totally freaked out so we put him in the truck so it wasn’t as loud. We all go back to our business and all of a sudden the horn in the truck started honking over and over again, so we thought the alarm went off. Stefan ran over to turn it off and it ended up that it wasn’t the alarm after all. Kuta was honking the horn. He wanted to go home. NOW! So we laughed it off and went back to drinking our beers. Next thing you know, the windshield wipers turn on and the brake lights start flickering on and off. KUTA WAS TRYING TO HOT WIRE THE TRUCK! If he had opposable thumbs, I’m pretty sure that Kuta would have drove off and left our asses in Mexico…

Perhaps you had to be there (and on your 6th beer), but there is an ongoing joke about how freaking smart Kuta is, so it was really really funny.