
“I don’t call you sun cuz you shine, I call you son cuz you mine!” – Me
Cabo is like 2 hours from L.A. and is an easy weekend getaway. With all the recent killings of Mexican bloggers you might rethink a trip to tequila country. If you follow my tips you can make it through with your cabeza completely attached to your el shoulders.

The Nike pills do not prevent sea sickness. Not falling for that one scumbag brain.

Night time at Cabo Azul. Dress accordingly it can get chilly, but they give you a Mexican blanket!

If you order firewater, you better be prepared to drink it. Yes that is a Betty Boop tie.

This could possibly be the highlight of the trip. You see that husky piano lady? In between La Bamba and the Pee Wee Herman song she would play THIS!

How pissed are you that you didn’t think of that?

Be careful when tipping, it could be in dollars or peso’s.

The language barrier can confuse common situations, but there are ways around it.

It’s easy to make friends, everyone is wasted.

Not a lot of wildlife to be discovered.

Not the place to go if you don’t like steak and lobster. I don’t like either.

These guys know any song. They played Rack City and Everything is coming our way.

Spring break 2012. Just like all the other ones cept this one had The Hundreds Carlsbad pants, and not as much Guns N Roses as previous breaks. Sober people are pussies.


























































































































































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