tastes like

"and as always...your choice of milk."

you: "but kubas! what could have possibly been the lunch today?"

kubas: "why...it was taco salad day!"

the meat in my taco tasted EXACTLY like salt. it was as though i took a spoonful of salt and downed it.

SPEAKING of which, i have a story about salt.

when i was roughly 4 years old, i was eating popcorn...unsalted. so i decided to grab the salt shaker and spread some "salty-love" all across the popcorn. weeellllll, the salt shaker was all clumped up, and nothing was coming out.

i unscrewed the top part of the salt shaker...and decided to see how much salt i could put in my mouth. i emptied the ENTIRE salt shaker into "mi boca"[spanish]...and immediately threw up all over. i was such a smart kid.

i'm proud to report that of the entire mustache nation (numbering 64) 3 wore shirts to school today. 2 were visible. yay.

in other news...max and i received two verbal committments for roomies on tour. we think (of the brainerd high school symphonic band members) we made excellent choices.

ap human geography: average test score: 59.5%. wooooot! what a smart class!

i am (quite literally) dedicating every saturday evening to gambling. so, for our 18-year-old readers, i think i am going to declare it "mustache-addiction-day" and it will occur EVERY week. if you would like to join in, you don't have to go gambling with me. on saturday evenings if you promise to partake in one of the following addictions...such as:

1. go to the casino
2. buy scratch games
3. smoke
4. vote
5. watch porn
6. join the army
7. serve alcohol
8. visit barrows
9. grow a mustache

then you're a staunch supporter!! congratulations...you're part of the family.