THE MEXICAN WIFE!

The viejo Pancho was laying on his death bed.
He had only hours to live when he suddenly smelled tamales.
He loved tamales more than anything else in the world, especially his wife
Chepa's tamales which were known through out the barrio as "Lo mejor de lo
mejor." (The best of the best).

With his last bit of energy, Pancho pulled himself out of bed, across the
floor, down the stairs and into the kitchen.
Here, his wife was spreading the masa for a
new batch of tamales.
As he reached for one of the freshly steamed tamales, he got SMACKED
across the back of his hand by the wooden spoon his wife was holding.
"Leave them alone, pendejo! she said, "They're for the funeral...[:D]

My American wife of Mexican descent has helped me load stripper clips when I've come home from the gunshow with a case of IMI .223.

Here she is, in all her glory:
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Notice that she's already down off of recoil and ready for the next shot, and the brass from her last shot has just ejected.

God, I love her.

She makes a mean green guisado and chilaquilles too.

LOOKS LIKE A KEEPER!!

Jarhead_22,

You and your wife were BOTH loved dearly by the female guests at my last party.  They were all VERY impressed with her, you and your attitude towards each other.  You two melted their collective hearts!


TRG

bigyeti: Thanks, brother.

TheRedGoat: That's nice to hear. We had a great time and met a bunch of outstanding folks there.