So after a long day of stressful thinking about the color of fishing poles, and wondering about my (and many others on this page) sexual orientation (don’t ask), my wonderful wife planned a no kid date night. After dropping the fisher kids off at grandmas, we decided to go to West St. Paul and do true Mexican, we hit El Marcado. Great chow, couple margies, nice talking to my FW, really, really enjoying myself, salsa street dancing to boot. Cool. Until I decided to hit the el bano , all was fine, had the place to myself, just perfect for a pleasant post margie pee (sorry). Then I looked right and saw (insert zing zing audio from Psycho here)…. AHHHGGSGGAGGSGGAG! He is everywhere!
