| After just two days of driving through Mexico, Jim was sick and tired of Mexicans. "They hate Americans," he told his wife, "and I swear to God - the next one I see, "I'm gonna make that son of a bitch suffer!" As it happened, Jim's anger was such that he didn't look where he was going, and rear ended a brawny farmer in a pickup truck. The Mexican came over and leaned in Jim's window. "Why you hit my truck?" "Because I can't stand you or any other Mexican greaseballs!" Jim ranted. "In fact, if you're man enough, I'm gonna come out and kick the shit out of you!" The Mexican motioned Jim out. "I make a deal with you," he said. "If you win, you take my truck. If I win, not only do I fuck your wife, but you will hold my balls to keep them off the hot street." Jim agreed and fought. Later, Jim was smiling as he and his wife drove off. "I told you I'd make some Mexican suffer!" he gloated. His wife looked at him. "What the hell are you talking about?" Jim smiled, "Didn't you hear how he screamed when I dropped his balls on the asphalt?" |