Mexican DNA is a tricky thing. They have a survival instinct that makes Bear Grylls look like a girl scout. It's not often you see a Mexican woman who is not pregnant. Usually, the only way they're not is if she's over 65. Even then, it's a crap shoot.
They're reproducing faster than Barack Obama can print money. We can't afford to keep farming these roaches. It's like a grey hair. You get rid of one and seven appear.
At least they're useful. Aside from smelling like beans and the strange facial hair they have that never seems to grow right, they are quite pleasant. Just stop fucking for one day! One!
We could literally save millions, no, quadrillions if we would have a National Mexicans Can't Fuck Day. Just think of it. Charity hospitals would appreciate it and so would Babies R Us. That's right, Babies R Us. How? Because don't you think they are a little tired of apologizing to these beaner moms because none of the personalized sippee cups near the register have names like Hector, Juan, Bucho, Nacho or Carlos. Take the hint beaner.
At least Americans make some attempt at giving their child some sort of individuality with random names. Beaners have 8, maybe 9, options.
I mean, come on! Their descendants were Mayan!!! They shouldn't be so stupid.
I shouldn't complain though. If they were smarter, who else would I get to cut my grass for $3.00?
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