Last week, there was a tragic accident in Chicago. A window-washer fell from the sixty-third floor of a high rise to his death. He had only been in this country less than a month. He didn't speak any English. He probably came here from Mexico to make a better life for himself. Not much was known about this man except that he was a hard worker.
Tragically, there was not much left of the man as the fall had splattered his body across the pavement. The police had a very hard time identifying the poor man as he had no identification papers, nothing. His two co-workers, Stan and Peter, who had come from Poland, were of not much help either in helping to identify the poor guy..
The police interviewed Stan and Peter. They asked, "Did he have any tattoos?"
Stan: "No, not that we could see."
Policeman 1: "Did he have any distinguishing marks? Scars, birth marks, anything like that?"
Peter: "No, I don't think so."
Policeman: 2: "Was there anything out of the ordinary about the man? For example, did he have only one eye. . . perhaps, he was a missing a finger. Is there anything?"
"Wait a minute," Stan said. "There was something. . . He had two assholes."
"Yeah, that's right," Peter added. "He had two assholes."
Policeman 1: "What do you mean he had two assholes?"
Stan: "Well, everyday after finishing it up, we'd go across the street to the tavern for a few beers and everybody in there would say, 'Here comes that Mexican with the two assholes.'"
Tragically, there was not much left of the man as the fall had splattered his body across the pavement. The police had a very hard time identifying the poor man as he had no identification papers, nothing. His two co-workers, Stan and Peter, who had come from Poland, were of not much help either in helping to identify the poor guy..
The police interviewed Stan and Peter. They asked, "Did he have any tattoos?"
Stan: "No, not that we could see."
Policeman 1: "Did he have any distinguishing marks? Scars, birth marks, anything like that?"
Peter: "No, I don't think so."
Policeman: 2: "Was there anything out of the ordinary about the man? For example, did he have only one eye. . . perhaps, he was a missing a finger. Is there anything?"
"Wait a minute," Stan said. "There was something. . . He had two assholes."
"Yeah, that's right," Peter added. "He had two assholes."
Policeman 1: "What do you mean he had two assholes?"
Stan: "Well, everyday after finishing it up, we'd go across the street to the tavern for a few beers and everybody in there would say, 'Here comes that Mexican with the two assholes.'"
Disclaimer: This is humor and in no way, shape or form am I a xenophoboic nor biased against any race, creed or nationality. My only bias is ignorance. Thank you and have a great day
