1. Hispanic people in NYC. One word can sum up 98% of them. Retarded. And I really don't give a shit if I get a Molotov Cocktail bursting through my window later on tonite. Try me... So, apparently they (racist comment) navigated surprisingly well enough to find America, so why the hell are they so fucking horrible when it comes to simple geography? I tell this bitch today that I was born in (blankety blank). So this bitch (who works for the state and is putting my information into the computer) says: "And where in New York is that?" She thought that the STATE that I was born in (which is NOT New York) was a part OF New York. What a dimwit.
The true problem lies in her attitude with me the entire time that she was supposed to be helping me out. Mind you, she's brainless, so why the fuck does she act so superior? At one point of our conversation she asked for my id, so I tossed it on the desk. So you know what she says?
Retarded Spanish Broad: "Don't you throw your papers on the floor here!"
Alexis' Mind: "My papers? One: I was born here and don't require "papers". Two: I'm not a fucking dog that has a file at the vet's office. Three: That's called a D-E-S-K. ...in English at least..."
Ugh! The story goes on and I can easily fill an entire page with the shit that drove me nuts, but the main gist of the story went like this:
*Alexis got angry. Guadalupa took her fat ass to lunch and left Alexis alone in her cubicle. Alexis took her paperwork, ripped it up, poured the rest of her water bottle on the beotch's keyboard and then spat on her chair. Then, Alexis got up and left the building. Why? Cause I'm a decent American!
Fast forward to the train ride home...
Alexis is still pretty angry until a hot Hispanic guy sits in front on her on the train. All of a sudden the day started to get better. She even figured that the hottie made up for Chiquita Banana's douchelord face. And then...
He spoke. Ugggggggggh. Why must most all Hispanic guys act like fucking Special Olympic triathletes? And you know what? They all have prepubescent voices. I can count on one hand how many Hispanic men that I have come across who have had sexy voices. One of which, lives in my old building- but I think that he goes to jail half of the year, so that would mean that he gets dick more than I do, which makes him exempt from this example. And on second note? Most of their dick sizes don't even match a fraction of their egos. But, do I care? No. If I wanted to sleep with a lame ass Latin guy, I'd simply fuck my own fingers. Give me a moment... Good God- it's not like any of them would read this shit anyway...
So I finally get home. To a text. From SSL. What did it say??? And I quote!
"You will never know what it's like to be a black man in America".
I guess that I forgot. This is apparently the 1960's and life is soooooo hard. How about this, SSL. Try being a car driver in America. Or maybe a college educated person that's unemployed. Not enough? Why not try being someone without health insurance in America. Better yet. Try being AMERICAN in 2011!
