CHS_Grad '85
03-23-2004, 04:49 PM
The sick husband 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 land as "Lo mejor de lo mejor." (the best of the best)
With his last bit of energy, the sickly husband 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!".
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 land as "Lo mejor de lo mejor." (the best of the best)
With his last bit of energy, the sickly husband 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!".