… even though we ain't got scratch …
To: The Boss
Date: May 5
Well, that was an eye-opener! When they showed up for a visit, we took Mercedes’ parents for a drive in the country. Mamacita went nuts, shouting “Caballettos!” and “Gallos” as she counted the domestic animals.
Daddy-o observed how big the houses were. “They have room for two Dynamites,” meaning German Shepherds. He remarked that if the flivver broke down, he’d have to carry the heaviest passenger, meaning his wife, who weighed at least twenty pounds more than him. Everybody chortled.
Mercedes asked to drive and he retorted, “No! I value my life.”
I replied, “Did you say your ‘wife’ or your ‘life’?” Everybody thought I was being very witty.
He has three blacks working under him. The trio says the United States owes them five million each. They won’t budge. They tell him to lay them off. He said to them, “Why should I have to work for the money you spend?” Then they reply, “Hey, man, we’re all the same color.”
They’re definitely not Inca.
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