Why I hate Mexicans
Jesus titty fucking Christ.so this morning, I woke up, put on my new, slick brown leather cowboy boots and black cowboy hat. I walk out to the kitchen, munch down a few cheetos. and throw on my denim jacket. I hop into my green ford f150 and crack open the last beer from my six pack.
I drive around various fast food restaurants lookin me for some jobs. I get to the local burger king, put on my confederate flag bandana,, aviator sunglasses tighten my Johnny Rebel neck tie and go into my job interview.
" I want to be a cash register because I took me a fair good mount of math back in school, might as well put that son bitch to use."
that's exactly what I told the employment guy. and he gave me this weird look. I could smell the fear comin from his big ass neiger face. I tell that son bitch straight up before he could answer "don’t even need them security cameras with me around, any fuggin nigger comes in here ready to rob this sum bitch and ill tell you what Mr. Negro, he'll be shittin my fist for at least six months"
needless to say I didn't get the job because those fucking Mexicans came here illegally or legally, don’t matter me none, and stole my job.
posted by Josh @ 8:26 PM
1 Comments:
you're either the most annoying, barely literate, twelve-year-old-dysfunctional-child-of-divorce-really-shouldn't-be-on-the-internet-at-all loser, or a brilliant satirist.
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