Racist Mexican Jokes Novels & Stories

“You are one funny kid. How could you even tell that?” My brows raised, “The guy shaking he was looking at those people up there,” my chin pointed to a huddle of people. “They are a cartel, right? If I wasn’t mistaken of the tattoos that elaborately adorn their bodies, there are from Santa Muertos. Which only means my guy owes them something and concludes my deduction but the way he was tapping his right foot.” I mimicked the motion the guy was doing. One Two. One. Two.One. Two. “Made it clearer, he’s someone's sister’s or daughter’s husband!” My tone hitched.

"I knew it! How could a fresh graduate like you possibly land a client as tough as Gilla Group on your own? Turns out all you did was just climb into Mr. Kapowsky's bed!" She turned to the pale-faced Miguel, convinced that she'd figured everything out. "Don't be scared, Miguel. He's just pretending to be all respectful. It's part of their bedroom kink. These rich older guys love these role-playing games nowadays. "You're such a slut, Macy. You really stooped to such disgusting lows just to land a project? And you even have the nerve to show off about it at a team dinner?" As soon as she said that, everyone else in the room suddenly seemed to come to the same conclusion as well. After all, wh

She tightly closed her eyes shut, waiting for the storm. But the storm didn’t come. Instead, a low sound rumbled from Ramón. A sound she didn’t expect. A sound that made her eyes snap open. He was laughing. Not a cruel laugh, not a mocking laugh. It was a low, dangerous, almost admiring laugh. It was like the sound of a predator who had just found a very interesting toy. “You recorded the two of the most venomous men in Mexico,” he said, his voice still laced with that unsettling amusement, “with a waiter’s phone?”

"Jamie boy and taking risks. It won't be long till she finds out you're not genuine." "Not if I pretend to be someone else," I defended. Marco laughed again. "I'll bet a thousand dollars in team heattie boy." "Team what?" I looked at him in astonishment and disgust. "Team heattie boy. Or should I say, JEATHER," he burst out laughing... again. "HEAME," Enzo chuckled. "You two fuck off." I stiffened up. These two were just the worse kind of people when it came to jokes. They were bad and terrible.

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.

"I doubt I'll ever even get through to her; she's royalty. There's no way I could get in contact easily." Three knocks on the front door. I walk and open it to find Alejandro leaning against the door frame, already certain that I have been doing myself a disservice by stalking Genina o****e. I welcome him inside my apartment. He slowly walks in, observing everything like he expects something unusual to appear. "I'm making tacos," I announce to try and kill the silence. "You like tacos, right?" I realize how racist that statement is when Alejandro starts laughing. "I-I'm sorry, I-I didn't...I know you're not Mexican and I didn't mean to assume I just thought that you would like tacos - "

I growled, face mere inches from hers. I realized then that we weren't in a house but a moving train. Ximena's dangerous smile seeped into the cracks of my heart. "It must hurt your pride, knowing someone like me overpowered the most powerful don in the whole of Mexico City. I don’t think anyone has ever told you, but you are a fucking joke. The people who never tried to approach you just assumed that you were very powerful, when the truth is that you are a coward and a little boy who still wants his daddy’s love."

This foot directly kicked the old black fainted in the past, do not know whether dead or alive. These guys just tried to kill him. Li Jie is not going to play nice with these guys. The Mexican behind Li Jie took out a short knife ready to give Li Jie a hard blow in the back. But the Mexican's dagger skills were far from that of the bald man, not only not fast enough to aim, and in the process of action made a lot of noise. Hearing the sound, Li Jie easily avoided the Mexican's stab and instead turned around behind him.

“I see you smiled. We are making progress my friend. You know why I’m in here for life? I stabbed two men with an eye and didn’t stop there’ Impressive that he had it in him to be that bold but that didn’t mean I wanted to be his anything. He seemed to have hurt by a forgotten memory before he opened his mouth to add, “They raped my little Carmencita and later killed her. And all for what? Because she was from another country, had an ascent to her voice? We came here for better opportunities than what Mexico offered. Her mother had just died and I was struggling to make ends meet but still, I was trying. My Carmencita never lacked anything; she was a nice girl. A nice girl I tell you”

I move to the side of the door and closer to Skull so no one is between him and a bullet. The man they call Rack comes through first. His gun is drawn and he turns it toward Skull. I don’t acknowledge him. Rack’s a big white guy, and it’s Gomez who’s going to determine if I take out Skull or not. Gomez enters—his dark skin and heritage prominent. Skull’s eyes grow large. Fox would have our heads for just smiling at a wet-back fuckin’ Mexican. Fox’s words. I’m not only smiling, I’m getting into the same bed. Celina comes in behind Gomez. I don’t pay attention to her, though I know she has a single thought on her mind.