daddysliloneds
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if you liked that one, you'll love this one... he flew in from vermont for a first time meeting. i was kind enough to pick him up at the airport and take him to his hotel to save him car rental fare. we were planning a daytrip to mexico for the next day in which i was driving. i told him what i felt was appropriate clothing and shoes, etc., since i traveled there often... so next day comes along and we're walking along the muddy and rainy red-dirt roads of progresso mexico and he falls and busts his ass; a 6'7", 285 lb man whose feet flew out in front of him so fast i barely had time to see him hit the dirt... the first thing i ask, of course, is 'are you okay' and the second thing i said was, 'i can't believe you wore patent leather loafers for walking shoes, let alone in mexico!' i had a great day filled with dancing in the streets to the local mariaches, haggling on merchandise and getting great deals, and eating one of the best meals i've had in awhile... now he, on the other hand, didn't like the mariaches, nor dancing, nor anything about the place even though he asked me to take him there, and, he ordered the one and only thing i told him he shouldn't order to eat. he ended up getting the back door trots as well as being charged 25 cents just to use the free public bathroom, and to top it all of, on the four hour drive home, he bitched and pissed and whined and moaned and argued with me so much that i told him he should really keep a lid on it and grow up; it's a statement that he chose to ignore... soooooooo, at the next restroom visit, close to the sarita checkpoint but still on the mexican side of the border, i let him out of the car, running for the can once again, only this time, instead of waiting patiently outside and being nice through gritted teeth to the asshole i had to suffer with, i pulled my car out onto the road never looking back and leaving his ass there. it felt really, really good and empowering; does that mean i'm a sadist
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