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well when we bid labor here in louisiana at 1.85-2.75 a square foot for a concrete job and a group of mexicans can do it for .. .60-.85 cents a square foot instead.. hell i dont get mad.. i wish we could do that and turn a profit.. but i just dont know how they can get by..
no lie there is a group of 15 adult mexicans that live in a 6 bedroom house in our town.. they share the bills.. and everything.. i know two of them.. nice people.. friendly.. it all about your mindset.. how you were raised.. taught and such..
in our public schools your tought to earn a living by doing little as possible..
these people acutally break thier backs "in a way" making a living cheaper than others and they get by..
shit im proud of them..
but then as long as they are americans.. but then you could say that there are americans that sit on thier fuckin asses drawing a check being a lazy tard.. so who is right..
btw there is two varities of mexican food.. tex-mex and true mexican.. lol i perfer tex-mex but glut on orginial..
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