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I don’t actually know if Mexican economy minister Ildefonso Guajardo is gay. But I do know he negotiates like a drunk in someone else’s box. Discussing the looming NAFTA renegotiations, a perturbed Guajardo asserted that if Trump was going to talk about his siphon-hose of a country like that, then the Mexicans will just pack up their free-trade agreement and leave.
“If we’re going for something that is less than what we have now, it doesn’t make sense to stay in,” Guajardo said.
Beating numberless competition, I present the world’s dumbest Mexican.
For a few years in the bloom of youth a crew of us would periodically attend a local NFL home game. The point of which being much less to exhort the efforts of African mercenaries than to leer at cheerleaders and enjoy the camaraderie of drunken bullshitting. Though there was one game when even those pleasant diversions seemed insufficient, and so we trooped out of the stands looking for misadventure.
One of our party suggested the day would be a complete loss if the second half were to commence without our viewing it from one of the stadium’s lavish luxury boxes. We all agreed that was certainly the case, with the only acknowledged impediment being our lack of box-seat credentials–and that wasn’t impediment enough.
So we slipped past a disinterested guard on the mezzanine and made our way to a stately row of locked doorways. About to either give up…
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