There is a joke, I hope you will not be ofended:
A Hispanic man walks into a cafe one early morning and noticed that he was the only Hispanic man there. As he sat down, he noticed a white man behind him.The white man said, "Colored people are not allowed here."
The Hispanic man turned around and stood up.He then said:
"listen Pendejo....when i was born, i was BROWN, "
"When i grew up, i was BROWN, "
"When i'm sick, i'm BROWN, "
"When i go in the sun, i'm BROWN, "
"When I'm cold, i'm BROWN, "
"When i die, i'll be BROWN."
But you pendejo...."
"When you're born, you're pink, "
"When you grow up, you're white, "
"When you're sick, you're green, "
"When you go in the sun, you turn red, "
"When you're cold, you turn blue, "
"And when you die, you turn purple."
"And you have the nerve to call me colored?"
This makes me think that maybe I´m not a white girl and that I´m lucky because many colors are always better and more fun than only one
2007-01-09
13:58:41
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Dani
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