You Might Be an Illegal Alien if . . .

This thread is just crying out for you to post...

You might be an illegal alien if you only need a 2-week auto insurance policy that enables you to register your vehicle and pass vehicle inspection.

You might be an illegal alien if you drive well below the speed limit so you won’t get pulled over and ticketed for not having auto insurance, well since you’re two-week policy has expired (see above).

LOL

That’s a good one.

You Might Be an Illegal Alien if

You start seeing signs like this pop up even on street corner of New York City and every other place across the USA.

Si!

You might be an Illegal Alien if
when you look around where you live and notice it looks a lot like the Heaven's Gate cult but without the purple sneakers and space posters on the walls.

You might be an illegal alien if...

...you can buy pizzas with pesos and receive change in dollars.

I usually just lurk, that post however is hilarious! I spewed my coffee all over my monitor, Thank You.

American Lie
Lyrics by Bungee Monkey
Music by Don McLean

A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How this Country used to make me smile.
And I knew if It had its chance
That It could make our people dance
And, maybe, we were happy for a while.

But Politicians make me shiver
With every Z-visa they deliver.
Bad news on this setback,
I can’t take one more wetback.

I can remember how I cried
When I read my Country died,
And something touched me deep inside
The day America died.

So bye-bye, miss American pie.
Drove my Chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them wetback boys were drinking’ tequila and goat
Singing’, “this’ll be the day that We vote.
“this’ll be the day that We vote.”

Did you write the immigration laws,
And cant you see they’re full of flaws
If American people tell you so?
Do you believe in Ted Kennedy
Does he care for you and me?
And can he teach me how to swim, real slow?

Well, I know that you’re in love with them
cause I saw you voting in the gym.
You both voted for the Dems.
Please don’t cry when America ends

I was a lonely teenage Democrat
With a Hillary button and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was blessed with luck
The day America died.

I started singing’,
“bye-bye, miss American pie.”
Drove my Chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them wetback boys were drinking’ tequila and goat
And singing’, “this’ll be the day that We vote.
“this’ll be the day that We vote.”

Now for ten years we’ve been on our own
And Mexicans grow fat on the American bone
But that’s not how it used to be.
When the wetback sang for the king and queen,
In a coat he borrowed from Harry Reid
Oh, and while king Reid was looking down,
Hillary stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while Hillary read a book of Marx,
Their quartet practiced in the park,
And they sang praises in the dark
The day America died.

We were singing,
“bye-bye, miss American pie.”
Drove my Chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them wetback boys were drinking’ tequila and goat
And singing’, “this’ll be the day that We vote.
“this’ll be the day that We vote.”

Hillary Clinton in a summer swelter.
And we flew off without a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast.
The ballistic missile landed on the grass.
Hillary she tried to save her ass
With her jester on the sidelines in a cast.

Now the Hillary smell is in the room
While her sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`cause her players tried to take the field;
The marching band refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day America died?

We started singing,
“bye-bye, miss American pie.”
Drove my Chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them wetback boys were drinking’ tequila and goat
And singing’, “this’ll be the day that We vote
“this’ll be the day that We vote.”

Oh, and there we were all in one place,
Americans lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on, Pedro be nimble, Pedro be quick!
Pedro sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devil’s only friend.

Oh, and as I watched Pelosi on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that traitors’ spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw Pelosi laughing with delight
The day America died

She was singing,
“bye-bye, miss American pie.”
Drove my Chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them wetback boys were drinking’ tequila and goat
And singing’, “this’ll be the day that We vote.
“this’ll be the day that We vote.”

There was a time I sang the blues
Just hoping for some happy news,
They all smiled and turned away.
I went down to the voting booth
Where I’d heard my vote it just might count,
But the man there said I should dismount.

And in the streets: the children screamed,
Screaming for their welfare queen
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day America died.

And they were singing,
“bye-bye, miss American pie.”
Drove my Chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them wetback boys were drinking’ tequila and goat
Singing’, “this’ll be the day that We vote.
“this’ll be the day that We vote.”

From my website: http://bungeemonkey.blogspot.com/

You might be an illegal alien if...

...the loud thumping music coming from your car features an accordion and a giant guitar.

You might be an illegal alien if . . .

Every time you commit a crime a border agent goes to jail.