Racist Mexican Jokes Novels & Stories

“What the hell are you up to?” She laughed and took off her seatbelt. “Relax. It only looks rough. It’s fine. I come here all the time. I have no bullet holes in me yet. This is the best place to get tacos. Real tacos with homemade everything. It only looks scary. That’s part of the charm. It keeps the riffraff away.” I was going to have to trust her. Plus, what man could resist tacos? I was starving and some authentic Mexican food was too good to pass up. “The riffraff?” I looked at the men still eyeballing us.

I can hear what they are saying. "Is she shorter?" "No, I'm telling you, it's the Asian genes." "That's racist!" "Who cares?" "Shouldn't she be a doctor by now?" Everyone laughs except for Nathan, and the girl sitting next to him swats her hand as if to dismiss the racist jokes. "Stop it! Look at her! She looks terrified!" No, I'm not. I'm just baffled that people can still be so mean in college. My heart is aching, and I fear nothing has changed from high school.

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.

I walked inside and was met by a series of laughter and when I asked why everyone was laughing, the woman that was mauling the guy I threw told me that I had just thrown the boss of the Texan Mafia into oncoming traffic, to which I responded with something honest, and calm. "I. Couldn't. Give less of a fuck." I said and walked back to my booth, Jack, and Johnny laughing their asses off and they both gave me a high five after I sat down. Jack mocked the explosion using his hand and Johnny finished his Chardonnay, we ordered our food, I ordered a double bacon burger with ghost pepper ketchup and onions, Jack ordered a steak with fries, and Johnny ordered a bratwurst. While we waited for our fo

I took the Whiskey down, head spinning now, room tilting a bit, as the laughter was echoing loud. Ryker on Kael, "Dare, ask Lange a mate question." Kael shook his head, "Nah, truth instead for me," but Ryker pushed, "Wuss, drink then." Kael sipped, muttering, "You guys are obsessed." Now it was my turn to question Jaxon, "Truth, why so many gay jokes?" He laughed, " 'Cause it's funny, and maybe I'm bi-curious, who knows?" Winking at me, but this stupid soso was tugging playfully she was so happy one of her mates just winked at her, and there was me snapping sarcastic, "Yeah, keep it in your pants, perv." Laughter exploded, but the buzz grew, my words slurring a tad, my wolf was already hazy

I knew there were racist in the world. I mean we live in fucking America of course there are. It's just weird when you come face to face with it. Yes, as a kid I would get teased for being Latina and I'd go home and cry but as a grown woman it angers me. It angers me because there should be no reason whatsoever that I have to be ashamed of who I am. "Your a real romantic, huh?" Alessandro asked, trying to brighten the mood. "Eh, I guess. Romantic songs and romantic things turn me on." I shrugged and continued to drive while he laughed. "Your laughs turn me on, too."

“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.

"Yeah. One of those tik tok guys who pranks people. I've had this experience twice. First was talking about a bomb and the second talked about a robber or something. That day wasn't funny at all, man." The second guard, a Hispanic man burst into laughter and began to speak, his thick spanish accent coating his English. "He looks the part. Tall and handsome with the cornrows. Take a look at his outfit. He's probably sporting an iPhone 65 in his pocket. He even drives a bugatti veyron!" And they continued to laugh. "I am not a tik toker, dudes. There's a fucking bomb in my car and y'all need to get out if here real quick."

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?

"Oh, I forgot I am talking with an asexual, or have you finally come out of your asexual state, do you feel like dating any girl now? Chevy asked. And Axton remembers his crazy make-out with Megan. "The lips on your face look swollen, did you come out of a hot sexual encounter? Tell me Axton. Chevy said. "Is that the only thing you have in your head?" Axton asked. "You're always a killer joy I swear. Anyways, I think there's a Mafia clan in Mexico called Black Wolves." "Really?" "Nevertheless, I'll still ask around about the mob, maybe from the molls from other clans that always attend the club in Mexico" Chevy said.