CHICHIS & NALGAS

Max Maxwell, dean of the RGV sportswriters, joined legendary Coach Rick Lepre at Ojos Locos to watch the Yankees. With skinny waitresses displaying their tiny tits and pert asses, the two old friends found a high table directly in front of the huge screen that appears bigger than many movie theaters' screens.

"I could give a shit about the Yankees until September, but there's no reason not to start my day with a cold beer," said Lepre.
"Start your day with a shot of tequila," answered Maxwell. "Before our good friend 'Captain' Bob Sanchez stopped drinking because he decided that his baby girl was a more important priority than a bottle of beer, he'd throw back a shot to inaugurate his morning and off he would zoom."
"I only do my excessive drinking at home," answered Lepre. "Drinking and driving don't cut it with me. In fact, I'm already having second thoughts about this order."
"A couple of brews will warm your brain. And if the spontaneity clause kicks in, I will call my son and he can take you home."
Lepre was staring by all appearances at two naked asses. He was warming up before returning to the frigid temperatures of a marriage.
"I think the owners should rename this place," uttered a breathless Lepre.
"And what would be your suggestion?"
"Chichis y Nalgas!"

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