I lived in this really ghetto neighborhood when I was a kid. It was called like, Little Tijuana.
One morning when I woke up and started getting ready for school, and I hear my parents talking.
Mom: No, don't let Kendra go outside!
Dad: Why?
Mom: Theres cops all over!
Dad: Wait, why?
Mom: Some Mexican tried to molest this other Mexican's daughter, and the guy stabbed him in the a**.
Dad: Where?
Mom: Right outside our front door!
Dad: Those ******** Mexicans!
So my dad put a blanket over my head and carried me out to the car that morning.
eek LOL GHETTO STORIES.