José's Brassieres

Colchita who had married young lost hubby (though he was not hung) . He had, defying all the laws absconded with a thousand bras from JC Penney, in the city which for the owners was a pity. This Penney's was the first they'd built well-decorated and then filled with gadgets from the greedy Yanks the thing was financed by the banks. Colchita's hubby, named José had bought a bra but could not pay. He did not have those mucho pesos to top it off, he smelled like quesos. They did attempt to throw him out, the manager began to shout; José, instead of giving in took out his box marked Mickey Finn. Each person in the store was given three pills (José by now was driven) , and soon they rested on the floor while our hero searched the store. He ended up not liking things, discarded even golden rings and in the end he grabbed all bras. It must have been simply because he liked the thought of what one found inside the cups, so big and round. He took his ageless Chevy truck right through the border, with some luck. They asked about the pile of cloth, he said it was to chase the moths from all the curtains in L A the borderguard said, A-Okay. Back home the women were united and wanted José extradited. All senoritas and senoras were now considered little whoras. No one had access to support, be it a nursing bra or sport. So when José, well dressed and healthy came back to Mexico, now wealthy they took him to the ancient jail and tied him to a donkey's tail. The donkey then was stimulated by heavy voltage, highly rated in megaamps, and DC current, it was not meant as a deterrent. The donkey ran into the scrub tripped over a cast iron tub, which had been placed to water stock inside the shade of a big rock. The donkey, thinking of a chase which was, you know it, not the case, had tangled his hind legs (the dope) in a quite sturdy handmade rope. This rope kept tub and rock in place but now it triggered a wild race. The donkey, looking briefly back saw tub and rock on the attack! They, tied by rope, were pulled behind which seemed at least to be unkind. The more they raced the faster ran the tub as if it were a man, the rock stayed with it just the same it was a terrifying game. As you can guess, they did not stop until they reached the very top of Montezuma's mountain range where something genuinely strange descended on the fleeing trio: it was the song of Sole Mio sung by the angels up above, a song of true, eternal love. Our God, whose wisdom sure surpasses the intellect of any asses, (be they from Mexico or not) had, with some kindness, killed the lot. He had been napping on the mountain in a deckchair by the fountain, an angel had played the guitar when the commotion from afar disturbed his afternoon siesta, no need to mention the fiesta. José, now dead and at the Gate, to be assessed for mental state saw angel after angel wear no stockings and no underwear, just see-through gowns of pink chiffon and brand new bras that slip right on. So now you know when YOU do pass, thanks to José and one mad ass, you might as well take Rubik's cubes because you won't see any boobs.