Racist Mexican Jokes Novels & Stories

“Your papa give dinero. Lucky you. He pay today and we send you home. Comprende?” Jon just nodded. His throat was parched and raw. He was afraid speaking would hurt. “You should say thank you to us for treetin’ you so good, sí?” A trickle of blood slid out of the talking Mexican’s nose. The others laughed arrogantly at his words, once they had been translated. Blood then started to run out of another’s nose, then another, then another, till they were all bleeding.

Spoil asked, cutting into my thoughts. “Yeah,” I grunted. “Mexicans pushing up, trying to get in on the drug trade.” “Violent fucks,” Spoil said. He went on to explain how the cartels and the gangs down south loved to perfect their torture and execution styles, and I mostly tuned him out. It was just another typical night in the fucking Sandcastles MC clubhouse.

"Human, I want to see how you'll kill us!" Lucas smiled calmly, saying, "Do you believe that I can let you see their brain matters in a second?" The dozen or so Lightning Rat Dark Race all laughed out loud when they heard this. They swore that they had never heard such a funny joke since birth. ""Haha!!!"" Lucas looked at the smiles on the faces of the dozen Lightning Rat Dark Race in front of him. And a trace of doubt appeared on his face. "What are you laughing at?" A Lightning Rat Dark Race member looked at Lucas with disdain.

He had obviously witnessed the whole interaction from here, and I wasn't impressed. "Shut up. Not one word!" I grumbled, as I walked past him. Martinez chuckled in amusement, following closely behind me. "Hey, wait up!" He called out to me, as my pace seemed to be too quick for him. "If it's any consolation, I don't like her either." He said, making me turn to give him a look. "She's Spanish... just like you." I deadpanned. "Oh come on! Now you want to be racist?" He whined like a dramatic teenager.

I raised my eyebrows in confusion. "Why would they even laugh at your jokes? You are not funny." That's just weird. "Everyone laughs at a rich man's joke." He smirked. "Go on." I urged. "Smart can win an argument with me." "It's not hard to win an argument with you, your facts are always shit." It shouldn't find a woman like that. "Says the girl who always ends our arguments with Spanish insults. I always win." I do end our arguments like that but in my defense, his facts are shit.

But if it was something that wasn't there, that wasn't part of what they'd arrived with, that meant it came from the cave. "Ugh." Jinx rubbed his head, feeling a migraine coming on. "Fuck this. I hate this shit." Wound settled on the cave floor, making himself comfortable by leaning against the wall that was still showing Jinx the worst of his depraved thoughts. "But aren't you good at 'this shit'?" The fucker made quote paws as he said it. "That's a racist stereotype." Jinx snapped, pulling himself away from the edge and propping himself up across the alcove from Wound.

Ajax cut in. "Sorry to disturb your vibrant sex life..." "Shut up Reynolds. You're not sorry. Right now I know you have that stupid smile on your face knowing I'm going to dump the sucker soon enough. Tell me the name of the sucker disturbing your partner." Macey went straight to the point. "Santoz Martinez, Mexican. Recently moved in to Boston. Moustache, likes fat cigarettes, smiles like a squid. That's all I know." Ajax rushed off in one breath. He could hear Macey's nimble fingers tapping away on her keyboard.

But this was important, it has to be done. “Quit pouting. We are just going to coax some Mexicans.” Xander nudged my shoulder gently, and I glared at him. “The same Mexicans who are lunatics?” He had to be kidding. Mexicans were unruly, very crazy. And there was no predicting what they would do at any moment. Those fuckers in cowboy hats really had some loose screws. They came off as peaceful folks, but I knew firsthand what they were capable of. And t was not lovely.

“I was going to ask you to grab something to eat. It’s a bit of a hole in the wall, but I’ve been told they are a great Mexican place. I’m sure you love Mexican.” I furrowed my brow. Did Trevor assume I’m Mexican? What the fuck is with asshole Americans that think anyone that is Latin must be Mexican? Many lump people from multiple countries with different backgrounds together because they feel they are ‘similar enough.’ What should I expect from this fucking country? “Why would I love Mexican?” I arched my eyebrow, ready to call his racism out. "I've heard Mexicans like spicy food. Wanna see how spicy I can get?" He winked. My stomach churned as I wrinkled my nose. I may like Mexican food,

he added and I swear steam blew out of my ears and nose as they laughed and high fived each other with teasing hoots. “But you said she was a snake,” Kai pointed out while guffawing. "Oh please, the devil comes in many forms,” Jax replied and that set the two b*tches laughing again. Argh. “Are you guys sitting near trash cans ?” I asked. “No, why ?” they replied. “Coz all you are doing is to spew garbage,” I fumed. “Wow you sound like a real pill,” Jax chuckled. This monkey. "And you smell like a squid farted in a whale's butt,” I replied back pat. What ? I can’t help it ! These crapsters brought the worst out of me.