Peaches and "Cream"

Nothing like some peaches seasoned with spicy salts bought at "la marqueta" to make your day complete......

Let me give you a quick rundown on KILO. He is the handsomest man I have ever met. I usually call him "el Broder" or "Varon de Guerra". On a scale of 1 to 10.....he's cool.

He brought some canned peaches to work today. He turned them into a Mexican dish by simply adding spicy salts. At first I was hesitant to eat them. Don't get me wrong, I love spicy food. LOVE IT. But I have to draw the line sometimes and this was one of those times. So I turned down his offer. He understood. I heard him mumble under his breath "Pinche guey". I know he said it with the utmost respect.

After a few minutes I overheard KILO asking anyone if they wanted the peaches he didn't finish. I couldn't help but feel like I would be missing out if I didn't at least taste the delicacy. So I turned and said:

"Pasame las broder"

Translation:

"Pass them this way 'broder'"

They were without a doubt the most delicious spicy peaches I'd ever had. I swallowed them without remorse!

Once I finished them I turned to KILO and thanked him for giving me a chance to redeem myself. I turned back around to get back to work and look down towards my crotch area to find that I had spilled some peach juice on my pants. Making it look as though I'd had an accident. A wet spot big enough to draw attention and rise questions about my infatuation and excitement with the spicy peaches.

The peaches caused the illusion of "cream".

FIN