Racist Mexican Jokes Novels & Stories

Each muscle of my body creaked with the movement, like a very old and little used spring. Without realizing it, I ended up holding it with a little more force against the mattress, and it tore itself in my hand, releasing foam. I laughed, and my cellmate looked over his shoulder. How much urine would that bastard have kept in a single night to take so long? "Be careful, hermano," he said, in his foreign accent. I always suspected that Ramirez was Mexican. First, by last name. Then, for his angular face and with traits that could only be Latin. And the bastard didn't help at all by wearing bandanas on his forehead and keeping his hair up to his shoulders attached to a rubber band. "They will

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.

“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,

I was chatting my aunt in Mexico that were on plane and asked her to pick us since this is our first time stepping in the land of Mexico. I wonder how good the food in there? "Chlo-Chlo I didn't wear napkins" My jaw dropped at what she added and menacing eyes I turned to her while Alice burst out of laughter. The crowds also laughing like hell but some of them disgusted as they stared us. "Why you didn't wear?! And why the hell you said it so loudly?" I squeezed her skin out of annoyance and sarcastically smile to those people who'se looking down on us. "S-sorry I can't help it" I bitted my lower lips and checked our things if we brought some of napkins but failed. We don't have extras napki

I was about to speak again but Luca beat me to it. "Deja a Alexa. Lo entenderé cuando te pongas llorón y pegajoso, pero una cosa que no permitiré en mi mafia es el racismo (Leave Alexa. I will understand when you become whiny and clingy but one thing I will not allow in my mafia is racism)," He snapped in Spanish too. My eyes darted to him for a second and something coiled in my chest. My stomach was fuzzy and I frowned. What the hell?

"I'm so sorry I made you worry, baby. I swear, I won't let that happen again" "You know you shouldn't do things like that again. They leave me thinking the most scary thoughts" "I won't, baby. I promise" "Better" "So how was your stay in Mexico?" "Well, it wasn't bad. I enjoyed every bit of my time there. I got to taste some of their food and trust me when I say it's delicious, especially their Tacos, Burritos and Enchiladas. I got to see some places like the Riviera Maya, Puerto Vallarta and Ixtapa Beach. I visited the National Anthropology Museum and the great pyramid of Cholula as well. I also got a surprise for you"

A sense of humiliation stormed through her anger and brought hot tears to her eyes. “That’s what I mean about you, Diego… You’re impossible! You are Mexican and you’re correcting my English!” “Jackie, it was thoughtless,” he acknowledged. “No, Diego, it wasn’t. You think about everything, you always know exactly what you’re doing…”

I nodded. There was a general sense of unease in the room. I don’t care. Fuck these old bastards. “And I think it’s more than an outdated view to speak so negatively about meta-humans. To be frank, it’s racist. And I rather doubt we want the company to become known as racists.” Mason shrugged his shoulders.

there is always some people like you with these weird gay-relationship fetishes that make this whole exhilarating experience so disgusting @camtaytay i absolutely agree with @cam-era and excuse me @camnic5ever ??? firstly you fucking racist, get ur facts straight and maybe buy a new brain cus this one is full of shit. she!! hails!! from!! india!! and they have brown skin, NOT BLACK SKIN, due to the sun exposure u fucking lil shit @camnic5ever um ok honey?? chile?? im half-Mexican & i also have many black friend so I'm literally not being racist??? and ugh it's all the same — melanin & fuckin melanin

Some drifted to the floor between us. He didn't move. “I am not a hooker,” I said. He looked at the money on the floor. Then at me. And then he smiled, like I had said something mildly amusing. “No,” he said. “You are just an average American girl who wanted to sleep with two French men.” My mouth fell open. “That is racist.” “It is a fact.” “It is a stereotype.”