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Meet a Black Person
I love the Atlanta people. “Oh, we KNOW black people. I had my first son in the bathroom at Cascade while my man scalped tickets to the Tyler Perry stage show.”
Does it really work like that? Can I just show up to the Sunshine State and have old white ladies on my junk this easily? I might need to reconsider some life choices. Stress all day about blogs while finding new content and writing fresh material every 30 minutes, or sit behind a booth in Aspen while secretly jiggalo-ing myself to all the silver foxes on the slopes? Whoring probably pays better, but the apartment’s a lot warmer than a ski booth. Plus I guess I’m a lot less likely to get AIDS behind this desk.
Yeah, black guy behind a computer wins.
PS – That laugh at 1:05 is the most racist thing I’ve ever heard.
You know, I’ve often wondered who faced the second most discrimination after the black man. Could it be Mexicans? Native Americans? The Jews? Clearly, I was a fool. As that woman pointed out, it’s obviously the Norwegians. God damn do they have it tough! Those high income, blonde, blue eyed poor saps have been the N***er of the world since Thor cursed them in the first age of the hammer.
You know… I’m cool with black people… all races and colors and creeds for that matter…
But those fucking Norwegians? Can’t stand those lutefisk eatin’ bastards
Shit was pretty funny, but like Mo, he was way to white to be considered a “true” black guy. Bring in Flava Flav for that job and meet a real black person.