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Senator Richard Martinez and Louis Carlos were in the back seat of a 39 Packard convertible (brown of course) when they were petting heavy and Louis just couldn't stand it anymore.

RM: Oh Louis, is that a 20 ga. 6 shot casing in your front pocket or are you happy to see me.

LC: Why yes darling...does it show?

RM:. Well, not exactly but that quedo de la verga sure does smell.  Phooey! I ain't goin down there.

LC:. You don't have to;. I want your big brown for eyes in the headlights looking right here.  Mira.

RM:. Oh gross, Louis your breath!  Even your dentures jump out of the way when you yawn.  Have a ding dong.  A tic tack.  Or better yet a ho ho I think I have one stuck in my purse.

LC:. Purse.  It's right in your mouth and it'll fall out the next time you open it you Nelly little gasturd.

RM: wawait!  What did you just call me?  You can't polish a turd even with your tongue you take that back!

LC: Sticks and stones and my fists alone will maim you and excite you.

RM:. Okay enough.  I'm calling the cops.

LC:. (pauses).  Okay I'm sorry.  Don't do that.  Where were we?  Oh ya.  Do you want to be the mommy or the daddy tonight.  I wanna be the daddy.  I'm feeling naughty.  

RM:. That's good to know...now bend down and Schick your mommy's stick.

LC:. Shred Richard! Peauwey!  What did you eat, asparagus and parmesan cheese?  Vegatal y seco queso de quedo de la verga.  Even the K9s at work plug their noses and their eyes when they hump you in the leg.  They've put in a request for nose plugs, ear plugs a gas mask a paper bag and one extra one for you in case theirs breaks.

RC:. Shuddup you face your getting me hot!  I loves you Louis.  Now bend me over and Fuck me where it smells bad.

So they drove off to the stock yards in Las Cruces.  Ayeeee!


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