What.
The.
Fuck.

I HATE the fact that my family is so God damn fucking racist.

Today we were out at dinner, and this man came in with his wife, and he was Cuban. You could tell that he was mentally handicapped or something, because he was yelling out things, and he wasn't speaking right and stuff, and you could just tell. Well, at least I could tell. >.<

My grandma looks at my aunt and goes "Ok, is this guy challenged, or is he just an asshole?" and then my grandpa goes "He probably just came straight off the boat."

WTF.