“UH HURRR DURRR WHATS THE OPPOSITE STATEMENT TODAT? OHHH WE SHOULD CUFF CHILDREN GUYS HUURRRRRRR DURRRRRRR!!!!”

I hope forty different people kick the shit out of you today

“Learning is gay.” - The Electorate

or “Grounds for promotion”

It seems as if the only black people who support Michael Bloomberg all curiously have a brown paper bag filled with cash under their sink.

“...50 stents...”

They (we) are largely a generation who sat around watching simple action movies (rife with intolerance of cartoon stereotypes of various minorities) wherein the sometimes Arnold, mostly hapless-nerd hero acted shitty, did nothing of value, and ended up getting the girl and the gold and whatever.

My only question is....why are these worthless fucks so obsessed with us? We literally just mind our business and live our lives and they’ve created this whole psychotic internal narrative that we’re secretly planning to murder most of them and make the rest our slaves or some shit.

Men be throwing women off balconies, so.. 

If I see a bunch of people hammering nails through their dicks I don’t need to join in to know it’s not for me.  

“There was only one problem: People on the internet were absolutely convinced Bernie’s army fought everyone, even though it was really just a small minority of them. In those days, internet people didn’t realize that they weren’t the majority, and journalists went along with it because pretending whatever was on…

LOL! I just imagined A Cookout Colonizer going on a rampage eating all the catfish and drinking all the brown liquor across America.

Oh wait, we already have Guy Fieri.

Once upon a time I stumbled into a cookout uninvited. In my defense it was being held at a little used public park and I saw a bunch of event tents, smelled BBQ and heard Parliament and thought, “Ooo! A fair!”

It turned out to be a reunion of Africville survivors.

They don’t like us, but they sure as hell want to be wherever we are.

My inlaws are mid-western classic white bread middle class whites whereas I come from an Italian mother and a dad who spent his entire childhood in Europe. Childhood for me was full of fresh-made pasta, fish frys, some baller BBQ, and tons of charred, well-seasoned steaks.

Because white people will invite themselves anyway?

*puts pierogi casserole down and stalks off in a huff* 

If a 6'5" 240lb man kicks me in the nuts with his cleated foot and then comes at me behind 2 of his boys, I might hit him with whatever I have in my hand.