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Should prisons be outsourced to Mexico?



Special Two-Liners Edition

Dear Mexican: A gabacho in the local daily suggested that some of our prisons be outsourced to Mexico to save us some money. What are your thoughts? Would wabs make for good guards looking after homies and whitetrash inmates? Have a chew on that taco. —Mike the Mick from Missouri

Dear Mick: My thoughts? Ew … a Missouri taco.

I’m planning to do some landscaping at my farm and wanted to know: Is it better to hire the Mexicans looking for work who wait at Lowes or the ones who wait at Home Depot? Which ones will do the best work? —Farmer Baboso

Dear Gabacho: Neither. Try the ones at the local union, so a farmer can pay a nonexploitative wage to Mexicans, for once.

How I do I explain a dead Mexican in my bed? Moments before, he was alive and muy caliente. But when I mentioned matrimonio, he stopped and looked at me with wide eyes. Then, that was it. El fin, like it says at the end of an old Mexican movie with Pedro Infante. Is this how Mexican lovers normally react? —Sonriendo gringa en Tucson

Dear Smiling Gabacha: The reaction you describe is endemic to all guys, not just wabs. No, the standard Mexican hombres coitus finish is spilled horchata, a satiated chica and a new soldier for the Reconquista.

What is it with Mexicans and shoes? Or is it Mexicans and shoe stores? Is it a Mexican-national thing only or are Mexican- Americans enamordos con zapatos y zapaterías, también? Here’s a story: my sis-in law had a baby shower for her first baby, and her cousin-in-law, a Mexican national from Tijuana, gave her and her bebe shoes— stiff, shiny, leather (plastic?) shoes—even though the little guy was a good 8-10 months away from starting to walk. What’s going on here? —Zapato-liking-but-not-loving gringo

Dear Gabacho: We like shoes! They help us kick gabacho ass, flee gabachos, climb over them for jobs, stomp on their illusions of a monolingual America, jump over their walls and teach good posture for all of the above acciones.

What is it with Mexicans, beer, loud music and prepaid phone cards? Every day, they buy a $5 phone card that they say are using to call Mexico, but I know those cards have five-plus hours on them. Is that what they do all day after getting drunk from cheap beer? I lived in a once-quiet and peaceful Asian and Anglo-Saxon neighborhood, but after 10 Mexicans moved into one of the houses, I have been up all night into ungodly hours. —Raccoon Eyes

Dear Gabacha: Those Mexicans are courting you. And, judging by your intimate knowledge of your neighbors’ phone use, it’s working!

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