steelfalcon29
05-25-2006, 05:54 AM
> > > > > Only a Mexican wife...
> > > > >The sick Mexican husband was laying on his death bed. He had only
> >hours
> > > > >to live when suddenly he smelled tamales. He dearly loved tamales
> >more
> > > > >than anything else in the world, especially his querida Chita's
> > > > >tamales.
> > > > >With every last bit of the energy left in his mind and body, the
> > > > >terminally ill husband pulled himself out of bed, across the floor,
> > > > >down the hall, and into the kitchen. Here, his wife was removing
>the
> > > > >fresh batch of tamales from the stove top.
> > > > >As he reached for one of the freshly made tamales, his wife, Chita,
> > > > >smacked him in the back of the head with a wooden spoon: "Leave
>them
> > > > >alone, pendejo!" "...They're for the funeral!"
> > > > >The sick Mexican husband was laying on his death bed. He had only
> >hours
> > > > >to live when suddenly he smelled tamales. He dearly loved tamales
> >more
> > > > >than anything else in the world, especially his querida Chita's
> > > > >tamales.
> > > > >With every last bit of the energy left in his mind and body, the
> > > > >terminally ill husband pulled himself out of bed, across the floor,
> > > > >down the hall, and into the kitchen. Here, his wife was removing
>the
> > > > >fresh batch of tamales from the stove top.
> > > > >As he reached for one of the freshly made tamales, his wife, Chita,
> > > > >smacked him in the back of the head with a wooden spoon: "Leave
>them
> > > > >alone, pendejo!" "...They're for the funeral!"