Racist Mexican Jokes の小説・ストーリー

“My father is a Mexican, tho half American too, and his not what you think he is, He’s..” “He runs one of the most strongest drug cartel both in and out of Mexico” Betty stated. “What!?” I said in disbelief. What the hell did she just say? “How on earth do you know about that” I asked bewildered. “Uhmm, let’s say I have my doubt right from the start, or maybe it was just a random guess or i might have just improved in my Spanish class and focused more on Mexicans” she said before throwing her head back and started to laugh.

Mexico is beautiful! The beaches are white, the ocean an amazing shade of blue, and the house we rented is to die for! I might have to persuade my brother to go in with me to buy it. It’d be nice to have a place to soak up some sun and relax. The downside is that there isn’t really anywhere to shift when you’re feeling like shit. I asked Rose about the shifter myths in Mexico, and, except the one about the chupacabra, she didn’t really know any. I still didn’t want to be mistaken for the goat eating cryptid, so shifting was out.

He saw through my game, and he could incite fear even in me. “I get it you don't want me working for your company because you discovered that I am an immigrant and that I'm not purely American! You're are a fucking racist!!!" I began to play like I was offended and sad, I stood up and prepared to leave. He wouldn't like it if I told the press that he refused to give me a job simply because I was an immigrant.