I’m white and I do. I always hope they’re white. Sigh.
I’m white and I do. I always hope they’re white. Sigh.
This is like the time me and some buddies were driving down to Buffalo to see a Sabres game. We all met up at my buddy Aidan’s house and we were about to get in the car and, with it clearly in sight, I called Shotgun. Clear rules, right?
I do this and have long since forgotten why, since I’m long past my military days. Now I remember.