Making friends in Acapulco
“Acapulco is quite different from Malibu” thought Pepe. “At least the locals here (iguanas) won’t eat me like the Malibu locals (coyotes).” he realized. This weekend, Pepe and I went on a little trip. My brother was celebrating his wedding Acapulco style. So we decided to take the four-hour flight to Mexico City and the three-hour drive from there to Acapulco. Pepe wasn’t thrilled about the distance but he quickly got over it once he realized that customs in Mexico are different and every single person he met would give him a treat regardless of what I said to them. Eating “human food” all day every day was a treat and of course, coming back to the harsh reality where there is no more chicken or tortillas or ham, only cold, cold doggie pellets has been quite hard on him. The other thing that has been quite hard on him is realizing how popular he was over there among older ladies. He was fielding requests left and right to meet their little female dogs. Pepe came back with the promise of having at least 10 “novias” in Mexico and that has had him in a bit of a funk ( He doesn’t realize how much work a girlfriend is, let alone 10. I’ve tried to explain but he is still thoroughly enchanted by the prospect of having his own personal mexican harem.)
Wedding
hahaha pepe’s a pimp