Matt Carroll Puts His El Pie In His Boca..
(Maverick Eduardo Najera meets his new teammates..)
Najera: ¡Ola!
Howard: Fuck you call me?
Carroll: (eyes light up) Oh! A Mexican!
Najera: Si. Mexico.
Carroll: (chortles) Oh, this is great! Remember when we almost signed that Polish guy?
Howard: Yeah, you scared him off with your racist jokes.
Carroll: I’m feeling another jokesplosion coming on, old friend!
Najera: Please, do not.
Carroll: (grunting, trying to resist urge, can resist it no longer) How many Mexicans does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
Najera: (sighs) How many?
Carroll: One to screw it in and two to hold his tacos! (chortles)
Howard: (cackles)
Najera: ¿Que?
Carroll: Why did the Mexican cross the road?
Najera: Why?
Carroll: Because there was a taco restaurant across the street! (chortles)
Howard: (cackles)
Najera: These jokes make no sense. Wouldn’t a “taco restaurant” just be a Mexican restaurant?
Carroll: What’s black and white and red all over?
Najera: A Mexican newspaper?
Carroll: Aw, shoot.
Howard: I got one! Why yo momma so fat?
Najera: I don’t know.
Howard: Because she can’t stop eatin’ my burrito!
Najera: Sigh.
Carroll: …
Najera: (leaves locker room)
Carroll: Oh! The burrito’s your penis! (chortles)
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