I've been an African American my entire life and I've never seen one of these race cards. Where are they issued? How much do they cost? Do all minorities get them or is "race card" an insult you reserve for just us?
I've been an African American my entire life and I've never seen one of these race cards. Where are they issued? How much do they cost? Do all minorities get them or is "race card" an insult you reserve for just us?
I dislike Kanye West because he is a middle-class suburbanite pretending he is from the streets. I dislike Cam Newton because he is a smooth, bullshit artist. I fucking love Richard Sherman. He was on an endorphin high after just making a game-saving play that sent his team to the Super Bowl.
It's complete racism. Jim Harbaugh is a fucking loon and goes crazy at least a few times a game when plays don't go his team's way. Sherman reacts to a dude stuffing him in his face with a palm so he gets a lot more leeway from me.
It's why we recoil at Kanye West's rants, like when West, one of the greatest musical minds of our generation, had the audacity to publicly declare himself a genius (was this up for debate?)
That piece about the Queen is the best thing I've ever read in a gossip magazine.
Remember when Gronk posing with a porn star was the big problem with Patriots tight ends? We were so young, so innocent...
What's the next article today? Is your caviar really fresh? Is your Bentley driver adequate?
I always assumed "personal trainer" was Rich, White Ladyspeak for "gigolo."
Thanks, HamNo, but I like to think of my trainer as more as a $75 incentive to wake up at 4:30am on Monday morning than a $75 friend who watches me work out.
He does! For an extra $20, he'll let you see the goods too.
"Here was a large, unkempt, suspicious-looking man, threatening to make lists about my kids, then break into my house tonight with a 'delivery'. I acted on instinct."
Not enough cat.
Maybe I've just got the red-ass from watching too many idiots on Top Chef: New Orleans use the word "Cajun" instead of "Creole" when referring to NOLA cuisine.
For once and for all: There is no such thing as gumbo north of a line extending through roughly Marksville. Anyone selling you "gumbo" up there is full of crap.
"Where are the prosecutors who say, "I believe my witness, we're moving forward, and we'll let the jury decide who's telling the truth"? THAT's what prosecutors are supposed to do."