Never underestimate the power of a fat gringa to kill a party...
Even the not-so-overweight ones.
A number of years ago, my wife actually set me up in a threesome with another woman, just so she could slam on the brakes and act out at the worst possible moment. True story. She dimmed the lights, suggested I put on some smooth music, poured the wine, lit candles. The three of us, including an old female friend shyly undressed and arranged ourselves on the bed. Wife whispered in my ear, "Let's Phuck..." I reached for wife, but when my other hand stroked the creamy thigh of our female guest, it was suddenly
LIGHTS UP! STOP IT! YOU phucking SON-OF-A-BITCH!
Why do we give these harpies the power to screw up a perfectly good party?
The fact that the stale-Dorito-munching-Diet-Coke-swilling-yard-work-bitching-God-fearing-ball-breaking-super-twat spoiled your return flight and brought on the post-CR blues two hours early is further proof...
I prefer the ladies in Costa Rica.
Thank you. It felt good to vent.