Mister Frank, Oliver, I shit you not. I am not making this up!
I was just speaking with a young lady who is involved in counseling drug-addicted young women residing in the numerous halfway houses in the Hamilton Area. Apparently, since the beginning of this most holy month, Mexican and Salvadoran illegal aliens have been leaping out of the beds of landscaping and construction pickup trucks parked along Harford Road and raping hookers and female stoners.
The white skanks and sistas who sell their ass have banded together and have been fighting the Latino men. So, now, instead of single girls being raped by lone hombres and gang-raped by entire crews, we have had unseemly fights between ebony and ivory skank tag teams and gangs of horny landscapers bored with leaf removal.
I was asked, as a boxing coach, for advice on dealing with what the girls are calling “...the Mexican jumping beans…” “…because you hit them in the head and they bounce right back up off the ground and keep coming.”
I told Daisy, “They have fat heads, but their ribs are weak from eating those lime-treated tortillas. You’ve got to crack the body, baby. Get on YouTube and pull up Mickey Ward and study his style.”
Mikey Ward's left to the liver is THE one punch knockout in my book.