truckinbutch
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An older Border Patrol agent friend of mine told me of a retired nemisis of his south of the border who could tell me good stories of the "Old Days" on the US?Mexican border in Nuevo Laredo.
Found the gentleman early in the day in a cantina and over the course of many cervesas developed enough rapport that he invited me home with him for a late lunch and more of his stories.
I was welcomed into a pleasant modest home by a stately,reserved lady who served us a fine repast.
Well fed we retired to another part of the room to a couple of rocking chairs surrounded by 4 fat lazy cats lying on the floor.
The old gentleman rocked in his chair and continued regalling me with stories of the old days of smuggling as his wife stood quietly with her back to us doing up the dishes and putting the kitchen in order.
One of his stories amused him so much that he;rocking back and forth,bent at the waist and guffawing to the point of running out of wind;blasted out one of the foulest and loudest farts I have ever had the misfortune to wtiness and smell.
His wife is still working in the kitchen area with her back to us as if nothing has happened.
The cats,on the other hand,started yowling and hotlapping the room and jumped out a window on the fourth lap.
Momma's still quietly washing dishes with her back to us;but,I'm rising out of my chair to head for the border in light of all the commotion when the old man puts a restraining had on my knee and reassures me.
"Relax,Senior.It is just the nature of cats that they take no chances.
Momma;she's pretty spry for her age but,she's deaf as a post;so every time she smells 'chit' she starts beatin hell out of them cats!"
Found the gentleman early in the day in a cantina and over the course of many cervesas developed enough rapport that he invited me home with him for a late lunch and more of his stories.
I was welcomed into a pleasant modest home by a stately,reserved lady who served us a fine repast.
Well fed we retired to another part of the room to a couple of rocking chairs surrounded by 4 fat lazy cats lying on the floor.
The old gentleman rocked in his chair and continued regalling me with stories of the old days of smuggling as his wife stood quietly with her back to us doing up the dishes and putting the kitchen in order.
One of his stories amused him so much that he;rocking back and forth,bent at the waist and guffawing to the point of running out of wind;blasted out one of the foulest and loudest farts I have ever had the misfortune to wtiness and smell.
His wife is still working in the kitchen area with her back to us as if nothing has happened.
The cats,on the other hand,started yowling and hotlapping the room and jumped out a window on the fourth lap.
Momma's still quietly washing dishes with her back to us;but,I'm rising out of my chair to head for the border in light of all the commotion when the old man puts a restraining had on my knee and reassures me.
"Relax,Senior.It is just the nature of cats that they take no chances.
Momma;she's pretty spry for her age but,she's deaf as a post;so every time she smells 'chit' she starts beatin hell out of them cats!"
Bigfoot says... STOP IT...Your killin me!!!!!!! 
