Let me set down my nopales ultra

College chicks have gotten a lot fatter in the past 25 years.

Yelnick McWawa said:

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College chicks have Everyone has gotten a lot fatter in the past 25 years.

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We get it, but you didn't have to quote the photo.

Irish_Man said:

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What's that story?

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Texas monthly did a decent write up on it. Growing up in the valley, this was the bogeyman story you were told to try and keep you from partying in Mexico.

https://www.google.com/amp/s/www.texasmonthly.com/articles/the-work-of-the-devil/amp/

Sorry, I'll edit my response

Went several years in a row (early 90s) and always has a blast. Sucks the kids can't go to matamoros any longer without getting murdered.

I was living in Alice at the time and remember that story vividly. The cult aspect was scaring everyone at the time.

Any wacky stories from SB in Padre? I want to hear others before I say mine.

Danny Vermin said:

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Any wacky stories from SB in Padre? I want to hear others before I say mine.

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No, go ahead and tell us yours.

Went and read the Wikipedia page to the satanic murder. Good grief, if that's an accurate account that is beyond horrible.

North Padre gets weird enough with all the oddballs that come out to try to hang out with the kids. I can't imagine south Padre. I never tried it, but had a college buddy get an ass kicking on a beach one night after way too many beers and way too much trash talking. Some other buddies found him in the morning with a bad busted lip sleeping it off on the beach.

Spring Break was often way too friggin cold still to bother with the beach. I saved that for summer.

Back in the 80's, in Port A, there was about a mile of beach lit up at night by some orange-ish area lights that lit the beach almost to the water in a dim glow. That, mixed with the fires, thousands of people, cigarette and pot smoke, and headlights, music, noise, and screams of debauchery could have made for a Mad Max movie. This would go on for days (nights) until about 5AM or so when people started passing out or giving up on life, temporarily. The cops would not even go on the beach after about 10PM. All of this came after a full day of drunken insanity as a warm up act. Although, I can say I never saw a girl inverted twerking having shots poured down her buttcrack into a guy's mouth, like one of these pics.

I always wonder why chicks with big old butts and legs want to tattoo those body parts just to make sure you see them. I see it at Kroger's, WalMart and HEB, too but they are usually middle-aged women. Who thinks it's a good idea to label themselves as tramps?

Because girls with big butts who want tattoos aren't exactly the types to make the best decisions in life.

Old Sarge said:

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Back in the 80's, in Port A, there was about a mile of beach lit up at night by some orange-ish area lights that lit the beach almost to the water in a dim glow. That, mixed with the fires, thousands of people, cigarette and pot smoke, and headlights, music, noise, and screams of debauchery could have made for a Mad Max movie. This would go on for days (nights) until about 5AM or so when people started passing out or giving up on life, temporarily. The cops would not even go on the beach after about 10PM. All of this came after a full day of drunken insanity as a warm up act. Although, I can say I never saw a girl inverted twerking having shots poured down her buttcrack into a guy's mouth, like one of these pics.

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These were the stories I always heard when I was in college in the 1980s. I was never able to go because of other commitments. When I was working for a living in the 1990s I worked around a lot of middle-aged Mexican guys who took off two weeks every year to go hang out at Port A and watch all the gueras. I decided Spring Break was probably on the decline at that point.

My parents have a condo in Destin and the spring break crowd is sporadic. Parts of the beaches are crowded but nothing overwhelming. Granted, it can still be cold there during spring break.

Don't recall the mid-age Mexican Men/Women. Everyone had Mexican-American (hate hyphenated nationalities) friends though that were there.

However, I remember getting invited into a RV "driving" down the beach in stop n go traffic by a few senior citizen Yankees that were astounded by what they were seeing. Drank a couple of beers with them in almost an interview type setting. Gave me a few more upon departure and stepped off the bus back into the fray with wishes of good luck from them like I was walking into a war zone or something.

Have any of y'all been to the naked Crystal Beach near High Island?

Are they crying about being fat or ugly?

The one in red
The way that phone is being held

And the dude in the back ground with unbuttoned shirt

Spring break should now be cancelled

76Ag said:

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I always wonder why chicks with big old butts and legs want to tattoo those body parts just to make sure you see them. I see it at Kroger's, WalMart and HEB, too but they are usually middle-aged women. Who thinks it's a good idea to label themselves as tramps?

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If you've got the real estate, you might as well use it.

Our group of 6 brought 3 kegs from College Station down to South Padre. (We were minors)
Parked in front of the Radisson & we were carrying our daily keg through the parking lot into the hotel when a cop stopped us. This was day 1 & we were terrified this was the end of Spring Break.

Instead, this fine upstanding officer of the law took the towel we had over the keg & strung it through the handles & gave us some instruction: "You two hold the towel, & your buddy picks up the bottom of the keg. Much easier to carry that way. You boys be safe."

Having a keg on the beach means having lots of girls around to get free beer. Such began a blurry week of beaches, bars, keg stands, girls of questionable morality & of course getting electrically shocked with your friends by a laughing Mexican in a bar.

water turkey said:

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87,88,89

Still have things burned into my memory.

Back when you could cross into Matamoros and party all night. Back on the beach by noon to party more.

Was in Matamoras the night the kid from tu got kidnapped by the satanists.

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Remember that all too well...

water turkey said:

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87,88,89

Still have things burned into my memory.

Back when you could cross into Matamoros and party all night. Back on the beach by noon to party more.

Was in Matamoras the night the kid from tu got kidnapped by the satanists.

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I was in the same bar an hour earlier with about 20 other friends. Matamores was a blast back then. Cases of Coranitas at The Black Cat for $5. Good times, good times. Wouldn't go back now though.

I remember carrying the little Coronas back across the bridge. You could bring back a case at the border, right?

Apache said:

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Our group of 6 brought 3 kegs from College Station down to South Padre. (We were minors)
Parked in front of the Radisson & we were carrying our daily keg through the parking lot into the hotel when a cop stopped us. This was day 1 & we were terrified this was the end of Spring Break.

Instead, this fine upstanding officer of the law took the towel we had over the keg & strung it through the handles & gave us some instruction: "You two hold the towel, & your buddy picks up the bottom of the keg. Much easier to carry that way. You boys be safe."

Having a keg on the beach means having lots of girls around to get free beer. Such began a blurry week of beaches, bars, keg stands, girls of questionable morality & of course getting electrically shocked with your friends by a laughing Mexican in a bar.

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Reminds me of one of the cops at my hometown. I grew up in a small town where the cops worked the HS as well, so they knew who was trouble and who wasn't. My senior year, my buddy and I make our run to the gas station on the outskirts of town that would sell beer to anybody tall enough to put it on the counter, and then drove to the 24 hour gas station/Sonic in the middle of town where everybody met up. Some girls we knew were there and told us they were going to a party and asked if we wanted to ride with them, so I grabbed the case of beer out of my buddy's truck and started walking over to their truck when a cop pulled up, turned his lights on, and put his spotlight on me. I froze and thought "oh ****, my dad's not going to be happy about this." He came up to me and said "I know you're not 21," (he saw me in the HS everyday) and then asked what I planned on doing with that. I told him my buddy and I were about to go somewhere with the girls over there, and he looked at them, then looked at me, and said "wear a condom." He got in his car and drove off.

Port a 87 was a riot!

Literally!

I still have a couple of cs grenades in my office.

I did two Spring Breaks at Lake Havasu. I saw things there that I can never unsee. It was fun, but honestly, even my college aged self was a little uncomfortable with the level of debauchery. Now that I'm in my late 30s I cant even get my mind wrapped around drinking all night, sleeping where you pass out, and then doing it again the next day (for five or six days). I recall doing it (somewhat hazy), and I recall that I had fun, but that sounds ****ing awful now.

Basically, I became my dad.

I was a freshman in high school the first time I went to spring break in south padre. Couldn't drink in the bars legally at 15 years old so we spent every night in Matamoros. Good times.

Tailgate88 said:

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water turkey said:

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87,88,89

Still have things burned into my memory.

Back when you could cross into Matamoros and party all night. Back on the beach by noon to party more.

Was in Matamoras the night the kid from tu got kidnapped by the satanists.

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I was in the same bar an hour earlier with about 20 other friends. Matamores was a blast back then. Cases of Coranitas at The Black Cat for $5. Good times, good times. Wouldn't go back now though.

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My older brother was there when Kilroy was abducted. He also saw a guy get shot in a drive-by when they stayed too late and got off the main street.

Man I loved Matamoros. Just bar-hop your way up the street until you got to Blanca White's, then dance until it was time to head back. Wake up and crack a hair-of-the-dog beer, hang out on beach all day, rinse, repeat.

We would always take at least one day easy and go over to the mercado for lunch and shopping.

Louie's and Charlies on the Island were fun for a couple of nights, but too "expensive" compared to Mexico.

Taboo..that club at the end of the main road there going around the bend in Matamoros and Blana Whites was THE BEST EVER! I was there that night of the kidnapping. Days later when I got home in Corpus with the buddies, my mom came running out of the house crying and hugging all of us because we didnt know what had happened.

The Cabana room we had at the Radisson was like Boardwalk and Park Place in Monopoly...good times!

that would be a four loko sir

A. Solzhenitsyn said:

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I did two Spring Breaks at Lake Havasu. I saw things there that I can never unsee. It was fun, but honestly, even my college aged self was a little uncomfortable with the level of debauchery. Now that I'm in my late 30s I cant even get my mind wrapped around drinking all night, sleeping where you pass out, and then doing it again the next day (for five or six days). I recall doing it (somewhat hazy), and I recall that I had fun, but that sounds ****ing awful now.

Basically, I became my dad.

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I had a project in Lake Havasu - had to have been back in 2007 or so. We had some inspections that had to be done, I coordinated the inspections during spring break so I could at least enjoy my time there.

Just my luck - a friggin cold front blew in the day before I went down there. It was in the 60's all week, crowds were almost nil, the legendary London Bridge Channel was devoid of pasties and nekkid ASU chicks. It was a let down.

I never had a spring break - even back in junior high and high school. Always had baseball going, and in college I couldn't afford to take the time off of work. I had a 3 day one while I was in school, drove down to Surfside to hang out at my buddy's family beach house - got a fuggin speeding ticket by a Harris County Constable on the way there. Got a speeding ticket in Surfside coming back from the liquor store. Both were pure garbage - the constable ticket was for about 10 over, along with every other person on the road in the group of cars I was stuck in. The Surfside ticket was for 8 over on Blue Water Highway at the curve, I should have known better.