Every roofer I ever met was a Mexican that drank a case of beer, at least, a night.
I can’t believe there aren’t thousands of dead Mexican roofers…
“Every roofer I ever met was a Mexican that drank a case of beer, at least, a night. I can’t believe there aren’t thousands of dead Mexican roofers…”
Well, more than forty years ago when I was doing it there weren’t many Mexicans on construction sites in Louisiana. Quite a few coon-asses, though (i.e., Cajuns).