The stereotypes song: Mexico

The stereotypes song: Mexico

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And I love Mexicans. The way they mow my lawn.
They all got 100 kids 'cause they don't know how to put a condom on.
Uh huh. ‘Cause that's the way they role.
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Now you were at home waiting for Mexico to come over and mow your lawn. You check your notebook and look at all the questions you will ask Mexico once he finishes mowing your lawn
DING DONG DING DONG DING DONG DING DONG DING DONG
You get up once you hear the doorbell, you open the door and see Mexico standing there with his white pickup truck in your driveway holding all of the things he will need in order to make your lawn perfect and beautiful.
“Hey Mexico!” you smile and wave at him
“[1]Hola (name), ¿cómo está? No te visto en mucho tiempo.” Mexico asks.
“I’m good, how about you? And it has been a long time.”
“I’ve been good as well, just spending some time with [2]mi papa.” Mexico looked slightly sick once he called Spain his father. You giggled.
“Well I should start mowing your lawn now, we can talk after I’m down.” You nod and Mexico walks away towards his car to start working.
~Timeskip~
Mexico finished mowing and fixing your garden a bit (because he’s that awesome of a friend). You had the lemonade ready for when Mexico would finish, you look out the window and were surprised at how well your lawn looked, you grabbed your checklist quickly and checked of the part of a good lawn, next you had to ask him some awkward questions. Mexico walks in.
“(name) I finished, and might I say, your lawn is extravagant.”
“Hey I wa—“ You were cut off when a curtain American came running through the door.
“Hey (name)!” You and Mexico look into the hallway to see America carrying 20 bags of McDonalds burgers, Mexico sweatdrops.
“Oh hey Mexico! I like what you did with (nickname)’s lawn, it looks extravagant.” Mexico smiles at America and thanks him
“Hey  America, w-what’s up?” You still remember the shrine incident
“Just wanted to come and visit ya.”
“Alright, well can I talk to you in private.”
“Of course (nickname).” Mexico stays in the kitchen eating some fries and drinking lemonade not paying any attention to you and America
~Outside~
“So what did ya want to talk about (name)?” America asks while munching on a burger
“Ok,  I have to ask Mexico these odd questions to prove a theory…”
“Can I see the questions?” You give the checklist to America, he looks at it with a very serious face, but then he bursts out laughing.
“Is this why you tried to kill Mr.Burger last week?” You nod. America hands you back your checklist.
“*awkward chuckle* yeah… sorry about that….” You tell him
“No problem bra, ya want me to help you with this?” You nod again. You guys enter into the kitchen to see that Mexico had found your alcohol cabinet and drink all of your tequila. This time you and America sweatdrop. America sees this as an opportunity and nudges you.
“He’s drunk, this is the perfect time to ask him the questions.” You walk up to Mexico and he smirks at you.
“Hey Mexico can I ask you some questions?”
“Alright [3]chica, go ahead.”
“Um… do you have 100 kids?!?! If not how many kids DO you have??? And do you know how to put on a condom??? Hmmmm, ANSWER THE QUESTIONS MEXICO, ANSWER THEM!” To America you looked like the total badass bad cop.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, partner, give him some time.” America puts his hands on your shoulders and pulls you away from Mexico.
“[4]NO! Yo no tengo 100 hijos! No tengo hijos, pero… si tu quieres tiener mi hijos no tengo problema.” With that last statement Mexico smirks at you. America and you look at each other in confusion
“What did he say?” you whisper to America. It takes him a bit to think about what Mexico said, but once he knew he smirked at you.
“He asked if you wanted to have his children.” America laughs at your red and embarrassed face
“Well tell him that I don’t want to have his children!” You whisper/shout at America
“Um, alright.. [5]Ella si quiere tiener tu hijos.” America smiles at the pervy face that Mexico suddenly puts on. A look a worry starts to come onto your face. Mexico gets up and starts walking towards you, you freak out and immediately run out the door. As you were running down the street you saw a bunch of bushes so you jumped in them and hid, a few minutes later you saw America and Mexico in his white pick up looking for you. You pull out your checklist
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Stereotypes checklist for Mexico
✔ Love the way he mows my lawn
X  Has 100 kids
X Doesn’t know how to put on a condom
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You sigh
"Well part of Mexico's stereotype was proven wrong.... Whatever because....

..Ireland and China are next."