I’m pretty sure I recognize that narrator. :D

So, the security teams at Chappelle shows will screen audience members for phones (sometimes) but not for deadly weapons??

They want to.

Grasp at better straws--- Longshot. 

For the ones who pronounce it “Mizz-oo-ruh.”

Filthy dink bitch.

What do you expect from the PIG but a grunt?

That is one badly chromosome-damaged demon.

Do we have any white devils who look like grown men here?

OlympiKKKs.

Um, why do you think the word “anthems” needs an apostrophe? (Confused? :D :D)

While she’s standing by the bovine area...? :D :D

I’ll-bet, QuickMart. :D :D :D

A “through misunderstanding,” huh? :D :D Get some thorough understanding of ENGLISH first. :D :D :D

“No doubt Iran, Malaysia or Belarus would have her compete for them.” Don’t hold back, Skid— get creative with your bullshit! :D :D :D

I’m still stuck on the part where a true black goddess sister— in legitimate Olympian shape— has to stand next to two double-stuffed vanilla “champions” who look like they just won the Pie Eating Contest.

The white devils below are still alive.

Surprising, right?

Touché, and just barely (Halloween 2000 release). I stand by my contention of quality, i.e., “B.O.B.” and “Ms. Jackson” crush the fuck out of any banger Mr. Creative Genius could come up with on his best day (pre-Kardashian). And we need to hear from K-Dot again soon...

And shame on me, for a minute there, I almost forgot: