If there's anything that drives me nuts, it's losing every single game of Uno
to Guy #6. Every. Single. Game.
And it doesn't help that everytime he wins, he calls me a loser.
It also doesn't help that even when we're not playing, he reminds me that I've lost every single game that we've played. Every. Single. Game.
Now, the grown-up in me just laughs it off.
The competitor in me makes me challenge him to more and more games so that I can not only beat him, but beat him badly.
The Mexican in me makes me want to reach over my cards and slap him in the face, all while doing the latina head shaking thing and saying, "Who's the loser now, beyotch?!?"
And the evil in me thinks of other ways of getting back at him, like by putting a few drops of visine in his big, cold mug o' beer,*
or by replacing his beloved shaker of salt with sugar, or by secretly adding sour cream**
to all of his tacos, or by replacing the entire jar of miracle whip with mayonaise***
, or by adding an extra habanero pepper or 2 or 3 or 4 to the hot sauce....
Good thing I'm not evil. Or Mexican. Or competitive. Oh wait...Footnotes: *In case you're not aware, drinking beer with visine added to it will lead you to have fecal emergencies. Hehehe...nice little trick I learned in college.**Guy #6 HATES sour cream***Guy #6 hates mayo, just as equally as he hates sour cream.
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