Well I tried.
Took mi ******* step-pappy down to Nogales, Mexico this past weekend. I bought the tequila. LOTS of tequila. I thought I had it all worked out. He's a lightweight. Get him all liquored up. Maybe buy him a Mexican whore or two - male or female, it wouldn't matter. Get him pissing drunk. And then it would be mine. That super-duper POS Gen III El Pendejo Grande bought would be MINE! I could easily get him to sign over the pink slip, right?
Not so much. That ******* held on to that pink slip like it was the last burrito left on the planet. Sometimes, things don't go according to plan.
The only upside? Mi ******* step-pappy in his drunken stupor ended up getting this gnarly tatoo:
Actually he got two. But I was sworn to secrecy of the tatoo on his *** cheek of his favorite Mexican gigolo, Miguel.............. Mi ******* step-pappy has 'considerable' *** cheeks, so it's life-size tatoo. Aye Carumba!