Beaners never cease to piss me off!
Thank
God there aren't as many here in Iowa as there are out in California where I used to live! Heck, in Fresno, you couldn't swing a dead cat without whacking three or four danged wetbacks!
And I swear you couldn't
spit without hitting one of those roach coach Taco Trucks. Did you know that they even make tacos out of cow stomachs, cow tongues, and cow
brains!?! Who wants to eat ding danged
cow brains? Beaners, that's who!
There was this one Spic guy who worked for Mesa Air, he cleaned up around the place. He wasn't so bad. This old chuey would tell me stories about growing up in Baja. He told me this one great story about how they used to fish for tiger sharks with seal pups! One time, this big old male seal got mad at them and attacked their boat. He and his buddy had to kill it with a gaff! He had a million stories just like that.
Anyway, he was having lunch one day and I asked him what he was eating and he said "
Tacos day Sangray" and I said "What in the sam heck is
day sangray" and he said "
Joo know, Sangray, blude, ees dee blude, joo know, like fron your banes . . ." and he pointed to his arm and made like a fountain movement with his other hand.
Then I figured it out. He was eating tacos made out of blood. I never talked to that freakin' beaner vampire ever again. It still gives me a stomach ache just thinking about it.
What got me going on this? Oh, right, beaners are racist and they piss me off. Yeah, and they'll eat just about
ANYTHING!!!