Make no mistake about it, travel day is tiring....Especially when you have to ride from the airport to the resort in the back of this prime mode of transportation.....

Of course I'm joking. In all seriousness, this vehicle is one of the nicer ones you'll see in the local area of Punta Cana. It really makes you wanna puke when you hear some yuppie beach-goer complaining that his BMW lease is almost up or something like that. Did you ever want to put an addition on your house because 3 bedrooms just isn't cutting it? This isn't selective photography. This was one of the nicer homes we saw.

I'm tellin' ya, this must have been an edition of E's "Wild on Punta Cana" cause these beach babes are crazy. The one on the lounge chair on the left is in her birthday suit. Check out all the others. All I yelled was "shake what yo momma gave ya!"

Enough of the stinkin' beach.It's time for dining, drinking, gambling and general humiliation.

It only takes a few hard rum and cokes to be fooled into thinking the local lead-pipe-guillotine ceremony is really a limbo contest. That's Mike in case you didn't recognize the sandels.

Of course, in order to volunteer for obsene stage antics, you'd actually have to be able to stand up on your own. It soon became apparent that all-inclusive bar isn't for everyone. You may end up pulling a Homer.

Nothing like a little ball-chasing in the direct near-equatorial nuclear radiation we call sunlight to relieve a binge-drinking hangover. Jen, choke up on that Louisville slugger. I think they charge extra for every ball that gets launched into the stratosphere.

Bob chillin'. I found this lobby chair just slightly too comfy. Yes dammit, I wore the hat a lot...didn't you read what I had to say about the sun?

I couldn't leave this picture out. You see, we met a middle-aged man at the blackjack table who seemed to be, let's say, enjoying himself a little too much. "Senorita, serbasa por favor" is apparently all the spanish he knew. Well, after filling his holding tank for an hour or so, my good friend raced over to the men's room...and I mean getting there was all that was on his mind. He took just one wrong step into this moat. It was really a difficult feat. The water's only 6" deep but somehow he was soaked from head to toe. When asked if he just fell in the water, his response in the most endearing voice was, "yes I did". Classic.....I guess you had to be there.