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Mexicans In Santa Cruz

Excuse me Sir, I'm ready to order.

Can I please get some breakfast sandwiches

and a couple of bagels?

 

Uh, excuse me rudeness! What the hell was that look for?

Can you believe this motherfucker?! One look at my nopal

and he went straight into his skinhead manners brown paper bag

and picked up a big ol' hand full of **** you" and put it all

over his ******* face.

 

I like how now racism has a new look.

Indifference and side ways looks.

I still ******* matter.

I have a right to be where I please.

As a matter of fact, I have a right to be.

If I want a bagel I would like it without

a side of Caucasian *******

 

Pinches gringos cabrones.

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May 17, 2013
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