Miss Lisa, bless her heart, does not have a racist bone in her body and pretty much has good thoughts about everybody, even me sometimes. Or so I thought until she was talking about her first ex-husband the other night.
I forget what brought it up but she told me that he was Mexican, German, and Portagee.
"Damn, that's a hell of a mixture" I commented.
"That's right, a loudmouth drunk that couldn't hold a motherfucking job!" she fired back, obviously not the first time she used that description.