The pet mexican that goes to pinehurst, sleeps in a tent, eats pepperoni sticks and mr noodles, usually sings the cocuracha song to entertain his master.
Master: Pexican sing the song for a cigarette!
Pexican: La cocuracha, la cocuracha ya no puedo caminar (8)
A bunch of pot heads that chill on the bleachers at their high school or a local high school all day and smoke cigarettes and weed.
P-sped you fucking bleacher creature, go home!