Here's a litlle something someone e-mailed me, hope you like it;


A Mexican man walks into a cafe one early morning and noticed that he
was the only Mexican man there. As he sat down, he noticed a white
man behind him. The white man said, "Colored people are not allowed
here.

The Mexican man turned around and stood up. He then said:
"listen Pendeejo....when I was born, I was BROWN,"
"When I grew up, I was BROWN,"
"When I'm sick, I'm BROWN,"
"When I go in the sun, I'm BROWN,"
"When I'm cold, I'm BROWN,"
"When I die, I'll be BROWN."
"But you penddejo ..."

"When you're born, you're pink,"
"When you grow up, you're white,"
"When you're sick, you're green,"
"When you go in the sun, you turn red,"
"When you're cold, you turn blue,"
"And when you die, you turn purple."
"And you have the nerve to call me colored?"