.... a friend of his claimed half of the gold is missing from Fort Knox. They'd met up at Benito Juarez airport in Mexico City suffering with delayed flights and his new acquaintance's tongue loosened more and more with each fresh drink, until eventually, he confessed to being a member of the Mexican Mafia's deep cleansing unit, even pulled up his sleeve to reveal the requisite Our Lady of Guadalupe tattoo to fire home the point.
ahahahahaha love the end.
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