In this deleted scene from the Bruno movie, recently leaked to promote the DVD release on November 17th, baseball great Pete Rose is subjected to the same here-sit-on-my-Mexican stunt that Bruno used on Paula Abdul. To his credit, Rose doesn’t squirm or complain, he just settles in and starts talkin’ baseball. At one point the crew tries to rattle Rose when his chair starts acting uncomfortable. But Rose is unflappable.
“He don’t seem to understand that this is very uncomfortable for this guy. So get another guy here, because this guy’s uncomfortable.”
And then they swap Mexicans. See? The first step toward a post racial society is to treat every minority as an individual. Just because one Mexican isn’t good at being a chair, that’s no reason to assume that a different Mexican wouldn’t be better. Well done, Pete Rose, it seems this is not your first time sitting on a Mexican. Ahh, good times. It’s like my junior high experience in reverse.
[via /Film]


Sitting on Mexicans is fun until you stand up and have to throw your pants in the dryer.
Puala was slitting on her Mexican.
Oh noMo, I <B you so much right now.
awwww,
*blushes*
I prefer my African American La-Z-Boy.
Rose’s former boss Marge Schott was only comfortable sitting on white people.
My Aron Ralston armchair isn’t really living up to the hype.
Another reason why Pete Rose belongs in the Hall of Fame. His ass doesn’t discriminate.
If you try to sit on an Asian you’ll just slide off cuz they’re so slanted.
I put my feet up on a guy who got really mad at me. Turns out he was an Armenian. My bad.
I prefer to sit on fat Mexicans. Everybody loves a good beaner bag chair.
I always thought mexicans would be better suited for lawn furniture
I’m torn about Pete getting into Canton, I guess I’m sitting on the fence jumper, too.
Anything beats my Kenny Rogers folding chair.
That Mexican had a typically large number of siblings, he’s Louis the XVIth.
*runs into room, throws guns under Harry Knowles’ gunt*
IF ANYBODY ASKS I’VE BEEN HERE ALL DAY!!!
I thought I was sleeping on a waterbed one night, but it turns out the Mexican I fell asleep on was just swimming to America.
[stuffs $1 bill into Mexican's maw]
That wasn’t a tip, consider that a, chairitable donation.
I sat on a retarded German midget once.
He was my rekleiner.
*goose steps to the corner*
In communist America, Mexican sits on you.
To be fair, the guy’s last name is Silla.
I sat on a Mexican chair once. I got pregnant.
Bruno got that chair from Haykia.
Seat se puede.
I got a people chair in Helsinki, it had a really nice Finnish.
Mexicans get confused when you say “chair”. They think you say “share”. And vice versa.
Oh, you’re uncomfortable, huh? You best fix your head and stop being such a Mexican’t!
I have a Roman Polanski chair, but it makes my butt all hurty.
My favorite is my Jamaican high chair.
Problem with Mexichairs, when you fold them up and toss them in the trunk for a day trip to the beach, the police tend to get all kidnappy, or transporting illegalish.
If you look at it from either end, it’s clearly an orifice chair.
The Irish chairs will give you motion sickness from swaying around, get in a fight with another chair, then throw up on your carpet.
Canadian chairs always go out of their way to make sure you’re comfortable.
As unfulfilling jobs go this one must be the tops, I guess you could say that he’s the, chairman of the bored.
Mexican chairs go great with earth tones.
When Pete rose, the chain was relieved.
Mexican chairs are spinners.
The Mexican didn’t know whether to let Rose sit on him, or prune him.
Is my avi changing back and forth for anyone else or am I still high on Peyote?
Huh. I always thought a “Mexican Recliner” was something alot dirtier. Guess my mother was wrong.
I don’t really see the problem. Mexichairs only take the jobs that La-Z-Boy wouldn’t want in the first place.
You can find a Mexican recliner anywhere there’s a giant cactus.
See – that’s what she said too! Now I’m reeeally confused.
They have a lot of Mexichairs at Borders.
That chair looks comfy, I should get Juan.
After burrito night, Mexichairs have a nice vibrating massage feature.
When your Mexichair gets old and out of style you just yell la migra and it’s gone.
It’s nice to plop down on your lavantarse on a warm Mexichair.
Fine, I’ll just go kick my ball against the garage all by myself. [takes ball, goes home]
I’m all tapped outta chair jokes :(
I think my Mexichair stole them along with the good silverware.
N’URP!