No Mijo, you see in my culture, we don't eat those ing burro tacos. That's the problem with you Messicans, you eat too much. Besides, I never really had much time to enjoy a big meal, and Gina. She always made sure that I was leaving out the side door just as you were coming in the front door. I swear, those ing muts of yours almost got poisoned plenty of nights for making all that gotdamn racket.
You know, Gina told me you studied a few classes at the JC. They teach you the difference between Indies and Pakis? No, not Religion jackass, it's Karma Sutra. Before I came to the States, I used to import exotic es from across the Indian border in to Pakistan, a little town called Cease Fire, just north of Dras. They had this little house right there at the border. I tell ya, you could go in there with 10 Rupees and all night, son. There was this one I took a liking to... Abhay, means fearless, and fearless she was.
She told me there was 64 Karma Sutra positions to conquer a mans love. I said, well how many are there to conquer a woman's love? She says...ONE! I'll tell you something Mijo, that Indian blew my mind 69 times that night, but there was one particular move she taught me that I used on your old lady that changed her life forever, the Full Nelson Indian Squat...I subs ute Paki for Indian, but it's all the same. After putting this move on Gina, I discovered something more valuable than a Messican for hire with a valid Green Card. "It ain't the size of your taco, it's the technique in which you serve it."
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