Why do some Mexicans tie just one shoe?

Cause at the bottom it says Taiwan.

What do you call 2 Mexicans playing basketball?

Juan on Juan.

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Do you ever think what life will be where you go after you die?!?

When I was growing up, back in my wandering days as a youth in Jersey, my father and I would frequently take weekends down on the L line, down into the city. There was a marching band there, and it was something of a tradition for us to go down and see them do their thing.

One day, as we stood in the rain, watching the members of the autonomous collective march by, he spoke softly. It was the first time I had heard him speak such.

'Son... I have brought you up the best I can. As you age, as you become a man worthy of any girl, will you always do the right thing? When there is an injustice, will you stand for what you think is right?'

'Dad...' my prebuscent voice squeaked in lack of understanding. 'What do you mean?'

'I'm not going to be around forever, son. One day, I'm going to pass on. Like grandpappy, and Skippy. Remember Skippy? One day, I'll be like them. When that happens...'

I squeezed his hand tight in the rain, not comprehending, but knowing above all a strange fear.



Not six months later, my father died of an incurable case of Lupus and AIDS. As I stood beside him, holding his lifeless hand like that day in the rain, I remembered his words.

I turned to my mother, and I told her of this memory that we shared. A single tear formed in her eye, and she shook her head.

'Son, I'm sorry but... I'm scared. I'm so scared. I think... I think you need to move in with Aunt Vivian and Uncle Phil in Bel-Air.' She turned her head to hide the tears, but I knew.

The next day, I pursed my lips together and blew, whistling down the first cab I saw. Standing from my luggage, I glanced at the license plate. 'FRESH' it said, in faded blue letters. Dice hung from his rearview mirror. This was a rare sight, to be sure. I climbed into the back, across the faded leather, and tapped on the divider between the cabbie and I. 'Yo, homes.' I said, 'to Bel-Air.' I settled back into the seat and closed my eyes.

I had fallen asleep on the ride, but I woke up when the cab pulled up the house. Squinting my eyes and looking at the mansion before me, I guessed it to be around 7 or 8.

I retrieved my luggage from the trunk, slamming it shut with enough force for it to say. Paying the cabbie, I wrinkled my nose at his armoa. 'Smell you later.' I said, turning around.

There, before me, was the house I was to live in. I had finally arrived, and already the plans had been set in motion. I would live to my father's creed, do my best... and become the prince of Bel-Air.

bwahahaha!

Aristocrats.

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"I forgot my pants and math test!" -Aang
"Pants are an illusion--and so is death." -Hyu