On my way to the park, I saw some blewxicans playing basketball. There were two pick up games going on, you can clearly tell that the blewxicans could not jump as high as their African American counter parts. Watching one jumping for a dunk, was like watching a fish walking on land, it was an akward sight. After the border patrol passed by, they all started jumping fences and they got so tired they they had to rest by their lawn mowers. Once they woke up, it was time for them to go to the synagogue. Their favorite meal consists of kosher fried chicken
by Chuck Mcmasters April 07, 2011