Racist Mexican Jokes Novels & Stories

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.

Ramirez exclaimed as he tapped on Duke’s back in excitement. “Yo chill out bro.” Jamie chuckled. “You’re full of surprises man.” Martins commented dryly. "I used to be an escort and exotic dancer and–" "You used to be a stripper?" Jamie misquoted him purposefully and everyone started to laugh heartily. "Shut up!" He feigned anger but you could tell he wanted to laugh. "Imagine being a stripper," Ramirez laughed uncontrollably. "Th–This dude m–mu–st've had advances from men too." He said in between laughter and it was another round of laughter for the table.

“You are a special kind of crazy, Miguel. You are more stupid than I ever thought! Hold on a minute, is that why you were caught hanging around my girl?” he laughed, making me look stupid. “Don’t make jokes about my problems, Dominic, I won’t take that from you or anyone else. There is a limit to what I can take from you, asshole!

Asher asks making Axel laugh heartily as I stared at the two psychopaths next to me. “Yeah like let’s go easy on them.” Axel jokes sarcastically making Asher laugh more. “Let’s forgive them.” “Let them off with a warning.” “Yeah, we will be the bigger person.” The sarcastic back and forth continues as they high-five each other, unable to contain their laughter as they held on their stomach. What is wrong with these men? “When you guys joke around, people have panic attacks. What kind of sick sense of humour is this? What kind of monster-“ I finally speak up, expressing my horror but they ignore me and continue laughing.

"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.

Guillermo replied from Luca's grip as one of the men put their gun to my head. "Well we really have a situation on our hands here, don't we boys?" Luca said with a smile. How is he smiling? "Or you do at least. I'm not the one on the fast track to losing my best trafficker." "We have other traffickers that do the job just as well," Guillermo spat. "But are they white? Do they have American accents? American citizenship?" Luca asked looking around the circle. "No...they're Mexican. And Mexican's don't glide through a border like a 'respectable' looking white man does. What can I say? The world is racist."

Javier yelled in English, "Rafa, you can't say about the Alpha." Shawna mumbled something and asked, "What did he say?" He scowled, "I won't repeat my cousin's vulgar statements. Rafa rolled his eyes and said, "Oh lighten up Javier. May knows I'm joking. Shawna said, changing the subject because everyone was visibly uncomfortable after Rafa sat down, "I didn't know you were Mexican," With a shrug, I corrected, "Half-Columbian". Shawna and I walked along as if we were old friends again as we made our way to English Lit after lunch. She told me as we sat down at our workstations, "You should be careful with Rafa, he's trouble.

Maria saved him the lgbtq speech and his eyebrows raised well over his eyes at her statement and he softly muttered an exclamation. "Oh" "That's something. I guess i really missed a lot in Mexico" He joked as his hands went from her waist to her bald head. "A whole lot" He teased and Maria punched him lightly in his stomach and he fell dramatically and playfully. This, thankfully made Rafael jump into a laughing fit. And Gracie also. They were all here, ready for the next step in life. They weren't worried because they were to face it together. Maybe all except Gracie though—

When Colin heard this, his heart tightened, and he could not help but subconsciously laugh and say, “Mr. Wade, you’re really good at making jokes. Aren’t you looking to negotiate a collaboration with us? Our boss is not as humorous as you are, so he will probably take your words seriously.” Juarez, who was aside, was looking at Charlie with a cold expression. Although he had not attended school or learned any foreign languages, Mexico was still very close to the United States, after all. Juarez had also had to live with Americans most of the time, so like the vast majority of Mexicans, he also understood some English.

I close my eyes and try to focus on meditating and preserving what little strength I have left when a large object being slammed against the bars of my cell – causing an unpleasant ringing in my ears – gains my attention. “Aww, did I interrupt the little bruja’s beauty sleep?” I open my eyes to see the face of the latest person to make it onto my shit list. “What, cat got your tongue? Your kind love cats, right?” He says mockingly through his very present Mexican accent. “Estás perro si bien pendejo,” I say in an apathetic tone. Very quickly his dark brown eyes narrow into slits and his nostrils flare with rage as his hands fist the bars to my cell. “The fuck did you just say to me, puta?” H