Racist Mexican Jokes Novels & Stories

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.

C'mon girly, that was a scared response and you know it, get it together. “I guess,” Rodriguez mimed, her voice a whiny parody of Janice's. “You hear that, the rich girl guesses.” Now both of them laughed. The white supremacist's laugh didn't make her any less scary. It was the laugh of a genuine psychopath. “Did you want something?” Janice asked, regaining control over herself. “Did you want something?” Another mimic, another burst of laughs from the peanut gallery. “Yes, we want something.” “And what, on this wide, wild Earth could you want from me?” Janice scoffed. Don't overdo it...

I was about to speak again but Vittore 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?

He brings out the worst in me, a violent side I never thought I have. With much annoyance and rage. I kicked him hard in the shin and when he bent down to hold the injured part of his body. I smacked the back of his head. "Ouch!" He exclaimed. "You stupid, bloody ignoramus! That's disgusting!" I continued to smack his shoulder. "Did you know I was eating chocolate chip ice cream just then?!" I shuddered. I don't think I can ever eat a chocolate chip ice cream again, without thinking about his stupid dump! Even with me hurting him, the brainless Mexican looking American boy kept laughing.

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."

I rolled my eyes at the girl and continued eating my burger. "Hey! watcha eating?" Someone yelled from the populars table, " it's a hamburger" another person said. " Geez , you're not only a bitch but also a carnibal" Jason said , " cause you're eating your fellow pig" some dumb idiots laughed at his lame joke.

One of the men dressed as an officer spoke up. Then he looked back and saw the Mexican soldiers lined up, holding long spears, stabbing directly at the living spirits they had just blessed! Another round of laughter! "Stupid pigs, all praying for us, hahaha!" They really enjoyed the thrill and danced their own dance. One step forward, one stab with a long spear! It's funny that some Pro-Mexican factions in real life actually think their dance is spectacular. These Mexican soldiers, after becoming "departed spirits," didn't even bother to hide their inner evil.

"You have no idea–I was just joking around, but those disgusting guys went crazy asking me for your contact." The old me would have already been crying, asking her how she could do this to me, voice breaking. Not this me. My teeth clenched so hard they hurt. My whole body trembled with anger. I snatched the flyer out of her hand and slapped her across the face. Tara screamed, clutching her cheek in disbelief. "You hit me? I treat you like my best friend, and you can't even take a joke anymore?" Best friend? I let out a cold laugh.