Happy Birthday Page #2
These next three days are about you.
We're gonna get f***ed up,
we're gonna drink
some f***ing Tequila...
We're gonna do some drugs,
we're gonna f***
some Mexican hookers.
- And have my kidneys...
Oh, sh*t!
What the f***?
- Now that's a f***in'
serendipitous moment
if I ever did f***in' see one.
- Jesus Christ, dude, pull over.
Pull over, wipe it off.
- No, no, no, no, no.
It's good to drive into Mexico
looking gangster.
Leave that f***ing sh*t.
- F***, man! Why are you
walking so fast?
- Let's get something to eat
before we get banged up.
- I'm not eating there,
though, bro.
- Don't you ever watch
Anthony Bourdain?
These are the best places
to eat. Street food.
Food of the people.
Right, hombre?
- And in like 20 minutes,
I'm doing my best
Jackson pollock in my pants.
- Hey, where I come from...
If you can voluntarily sh*t
your pants on your birthday,
it's one to remember.
- That's gross.
- Okay.
Look... I am sorry your girl
f***ed some other dude,
I really am. But who knows?
Maybe it was meant to be.
Maybe you were supposed
to come with me to Mexico.
At least get your mind off her.
It's your birthday. Can't you
forget this sh*t for one night
and have some fun?
- Okay. Fine. Fine, fine.
- Dos, uh, let's see um...
- Thank you. Gracias.
Gracias.
- You guys gotta be careful
around here.
They'll feed you that tainted
sh*t just to ruin your night.
- Well, to what do we owe this?
Well, you guys are Americans,
aren't you?
We have to look out
for one another.
What gave it away?
- He was gonna feed you
the kidney meat
of the last two American guys
we saw here.
- That's not...
- Okay. Okay. All right.
- I'm kidding.
Lucia here spotted you.
- Oh, a little Florence
Henderson.
- It's nightingale, cowboy.
Be careful here, boys.
We can help you with tacos,
but we can't help you
with the Mexicali cartel.
You mix up with them,
they f*** white boys like you
for an appetizer.
- Oh. You didn't say anything
about the Mexicali cartel, man.
- Dude, this isn't Tijuana.
- Don't worry, you'll be fine.
Just don't be flashing your cash
around in bars.
You'll end up with a sack
over your head
and a trip to see
El gato Enfermo.
- Where's El gato Enfermo?
- Oh, not where. Who.
He runs this town.
And his specialty
is kidnapping rich,
white American boys
whose fathers
will gladly pay quickly.
- Well, I'm an orphan, so...
- And my dad's gay and homeless.
- I hear that's hereditary.
So you'll be sleeping
on the streets
and sucking dick in no time.
- Lucia.
- So, El gato, what's that mean?
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