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Right? Rank that up there with Jewess and Octoroon for wincing moments in English linguistic history.

“Slap you critical" is going in my mind palace for future retrieval.

I am a white man who got his degree at an HBCU. This idiot’s actions do not in any way, shape of form represent in any way my experience.

Why she was even at an HBCU: demographics. In my 11th grade honors English class the teacher was telling the majority white students to consider going to an HBCU for the decent education and for the fact that as a ‘minority’ presence they’d get more bang for their buck. That was some stone cold cynicism, but bet money

I splurged big and bought my husband a Cartier tank watch for our anniversary this year. He’d been talking about that damn watch for several years now, dragging me into the jewelry store intermittently and staring at it longingly, etc. but wouldn’t buy it for himself so I just went for it, mostly to shut him up. He

He may have a mansion, but you have the true home.

rule number one as a Black person I do not refer to other Black people as nigger NEVER. Rule Two if you call me one (whether you are Black or White ) I am going to slap you into critical. Expel this trailer park trash and be done with it.

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times......jk, it was the best of times. Early last month I got to visit France for the first time for vacation (with a major reason being to see Versailles in person) and naturally my gay ass needed an appropriate outfit fit for a King (or Queen, I’m definitely a Queen on

That is the most wonderful story I’ve read on this site (for a decade). Has me in tears. Enjoy all the comforts her money afforts you. Cheers to you and your GranFanda.

This is absolutely beautiful. ❤️to you & your gran. 

After my granFanda died, I discovered she had snuck little bits of money into money markets, CD’s and savings accounts in my name since my birth. I was notified of this by her sister via a post card with my first clue (because she made it a treasure hunt). All told she left me 24k. The knowledge of that money, of the

Translation: she got into Harvard because she’s a legacy, flunked out, and transferred to Miami.

I don’t understand why anyone has to set up a fucking Thanksgiving-style debate at every turn about everything on cable news. Report the fucking news. Do a NEWS STORY. Do some interviews, get some quotes, report the findings. Interview credible people who are actual experts on it, not people on your part time payroll

Yes, they are the best. They’re my go-to candy because they fulfill my need for salty, sweet, crunchy, smooth, and chocolatey all at the same time. 

Also, not giving those packs ‘o goodness out for trick or treaters. I’ll buy a bag and hoard that shit. 

TAKE 5.  Pretzels, peanut butter, AND caramel?  Get in my mouth, you magnificent bastard(s, because no way I’m eating just one)!

THIS. I believe you hit the nail on the head for this issue at most restaurants. “Your seating request doesn’t fit into our fucked up server fairness system so it is denied. The customer is always wrong.”

I have this problem sometimes when I take my girlfriend and her son out to eat. He is special needs and has a very obvious facial issue but other than that you wouldn’t know. He’s not loud or messy or have any mobility issues and can feed himself. Several times we have gone to an empty or near empty place and magically

The good table was reserved for your brothers. 

Now come on - this letter writer may be a bit precious, but: There’s really nothing more aggravating than being seated at a tiny uncomfortable table in an otherwise empty restaurant. I have asked if I may move to a larger table when seated at something no bigger than 24" square, if that - for DINNER - and have been