the funniest thing is they pick their broad nostrils and laugh about it. death is imminent staring them right in the face and all they can do is pick their broad brown chimplike nostrils and laugh in front of us. no idea they've crossed a line the red indians paid with their land and lives for. not a care they've crossed the line even niggers haven't. not one inkling at all of the incredible danger closing in. just > yaaaapyapyapyapyap > pooookepokepokepokepoke > and giggle. ground finely, their short pointed cretinous skulls will make nice cemex cement to pour fresh white architecture foundations across former mexico with. i for one cannot wait. my hate for spics is personal. they're about to pay in blood.
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