Hell, buy any mask you want, even without a nose-wire, and then buy a pack of self-adhering metal nose bars (intended for masks, even) to toss on there when needed. I got mine in a pack of fifty off of Amazon for like 8 bucks.

If you can’t figure out the point, then I dunno what to tell you.  Either you’re being intentionally obtuse so you don’t have to doubt your if-I-call-it-heritage-then-it’s-not-offensive-racism stance, or else... you’re just obtuse.

I want one.  He’s cute.

Awwwww yiss.  Native Texans against racist bullshit unite. :)

Read a goddamned book.  I wasn’t around for the bubonic plague, and yet I know the history thereof without racist iconography in the form of flags OR statues needed.  Funny how that works.

Gravity gonna Gravitate.

I know this is hardly the main thrust of the story, but the woman in the picture: is she privilged, or priviged? I feel this is important to know before I decide how best to help.

Bring it to America. I will buy seven of them.

“Look, Big Daddy... it’s Regular Daddy!”

“Snitches get Evicteds”

Chad goes with Trixie, and are annoying college-aged or slightly-annoying white kids who get SOOOOO drunk at the bars, and ohmigaw.... tend to be Frat Bros and Sorority girls.

“Tom Austin” is good, but too many syllables makes it tough to roll off the tongue. I personally like “Brandon”. I just expect every destination…

Nah, you’re just the ones calling them pussies, like a wannabe Trump, with the same social skills but far less money (than he claims to have).

What they are shouting is, “Get the fuck on with life and stop being pussies!”

I get the distinct feeling that the his not spelling anything wrong was, in fact, typos on his part.

Hyperbole AND stupidity.  It’s a bold combination that goes down smoooooooooooth.

Audra Adams is going to Heaven because she is a child of God. Only the Most High could have created such a perfect example of Karen-ness. Audra Adams is a Karen turducken. She is a Becky wrapped in Karen, seasoned with zest of Ashley, rolled in Kayleigh crumbs and then deep-fried in a vat of Madison. She is a funhouse…

And goatees! Don’t forget their goatees!

If I hadn’t reread this comment and caught the second “by” there, I was gonna reply with something along the lines of “Alllllriiiiiight *thumbs up*”.

Goddamit, Porthos beat me to it. I should have known.

Getting the Blackeyed Peas to do the advertising is a no-brainer: