Romans & histoires Racist Mexican Jokes

“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.

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.

"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.

I wondered to myself. Rich black people are weird. Lucas ran a hand through his hair and over his face, "Alvin calm down and let me explain!" "Explain? You're in a hotel with a white boy!" He accused loudly, storming into the room. I almost got offended that he called me white, I was not a white boy but I wasn't black nor was I a pure Latino, I was told that ever since I was a boy. But still, he looked a bit dull on knowledge, he was in Mexico, not Britain.

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.

The room went dead quiet when I said I would take the prize, but that quiet did not last. A second later, laughter thundered through the air. Lily Smith was the loudest, doubling over with tears streaming from her eyes. "How else could she be the top seller?" she cackled. "A woman like her has to have skin as thick as a rhino." I ignored her snide comments and kept my cool. "Just to be clear," I said, "since the company so generously 'rewarded' me with bathroom duty, that's all I'll be doing for the next three days. Everything else is off my plate."

(Mayor Xuarzez) The charismatic Mexican middle aged man, who’s sitting on the sofa with a glass of white wine in his man, throws a casual ridicule comments at all the people that he recognized. Of all this time he thought that he were the only person that has been doing things for Jonathan Group and Jonathan Reyes, who would’ve thought that he also got a comrades, moreover it has his colleagues and also his direct superior. What is pleasing to him, is that now he knows that everyone is not as clean as they said they were.