it’s hideous girl.

True story: when I was in college, I hung out at what was called “the House of Black Culture,” even though I wasn’t a resident. Most of the residents were either black American, African, or Afro-Caribbean like me, except for one white American guy called Andrew. Whenever they had an event, we’d have a few white people…

You don’t know what is.

Mammals.

You seem a bit vacuous.

*loads up*

Good morning,

Also, how the heck do I keep up with comments? I can’t reorder these from Newest to oldest?

Can I finally say words like, fuck, shit, gahdamn, with reckless abandon?

No lies. I’m from L.A. and have been laughing (and ugh-ing) at this mess my whole life.

The Hennessy aisle at the ABC store.

Except in Los Angeles!

A west Indian joint without anger is unconscionable.

The hostility is what makes the food good.

At The Cookout.

Discount retail stores in general. Shoes, clothes, groceries, etc.

Don’t forget the Superbowl of black escapism: The Florida Classic

Black Excellence is distracting.

The West Indian food spot with the angry 55-year old woman serving the food & the angry 24 year old dude taking your money.

My house is undefeated.

11. An Umar Johnson lecture, but you’ll have to throw yourself away afterwards.