Mexican Jokes Some random Mexican jokes from the book: A big tough Mexican man married a good-looking Mexican lady and after the wedding, laid down the following
And this is why people have such a terrible perception of what immigration reform really means. Not to mention, not all Latinos are Democrats.
Not all Latinas have curves!
Listening to Drake’s “Started From the Bottom” is annoying enough. Making Mexican jokes out of it is just not cool.
This further perpetuates the belief that Latino parents are racist (it reads: “never bring home a black woman”).
Of all the amazing things to do with a man, the last one I’d care about is learning how to make tortillas. Very funny, guys.
I think this one speaks for itself.
OK, so maybe we do joke about being on Latino time, but that means showing up late for parties, etc. We are as professional as other people when it comes to our work lives.
The “Juan” jokes are getting old already.
Of course she’s upset because no one works as hard and for cheap like Mexicans, right?
There are so many other things we’re good at besides catering to men.
No, we are not all psychos and we won’t chase you down the street with a machete if you dump us.
Um, being that Latinos are the largest minority group and the second fastest growing population in the United States, maybe it’s wise that you do try to learn some Spanish.
I asked a Chinese girl for her number. She said, “Sex! Sex! Sex! Free sex tonight!” I said, “Wow!” Then her friend said, “She means 666-3629.”
Do not be racist; be like Mario. He’s an Italian plumber, who was made by the Japanese, speaks English, looks like a Mexican, jumps like a black man, and grabs coins like a Jew!
A black Jewish boy runs home from school one day and asks his father, “Daddy, am I more Jewish or more black?” The dad replies, “Why do you want to know, son?” “Because a kid at school is selling a bike for $50 and I want to know if I should talk him down to $40 or just steal it!”
A black guy walks into a bar with a parrot on his shoulder and asks for a beer. The bartender brings a beer and notices the parrot on his shoulder and says, “Hey that’s really neat. Where did you get it?” The parrot responds, “In the jungle, there’s millions of them.”
How do you get the little black kids to stop jumping on the bed? Put Velcro on the ceiling. How do you get them down? Tell the Mexican kids it’s a piñata.
What did the Mexican firefighter name his two sons?
Hose A and Hose B
MICHAEL KOSTA: GERMAN GIRLFRIEND
I have a German girlfriend, and it’s weird for me because I’m American. I love America. So, whenever we have sex, I feel like I’m cheating on the United States. The only way I can convince myself it’s OK is if I pretend that my penis is a machine gun and she’s a neo-Nazi.