My father was so racist he couldn’t have a 5 minute conversation without talking shit about black people. But he didn’t call them black people. He used the N-bomb. Always. That’s not hyperbole.
It was so predictable that my older brothers and I used to joke “If the sun doesn’t rise tomorrow, it will be a N-bomb’s fault” after one of my father’s many, many rants. That was sarcasm, for those of you who can’t recognize it.
My father was so racist he couldn’t have a 5 minute conversation without talking shit about black people. But he didn’t call them black people. He used the N-bomb. Always. That’s not hyperbole.
It was so predictable that my older brothers and I used to joke “If the sun doesn’t rise tomorrow, it will be a N-bomb’s fault” after one of my father’s many, many rants. That was sarcasm, for those of you who can’t recognize it.
I’m sorry. Here, have a cookie.
Aww, so edgy. Buh bye.
certainly there’s some group of people out there who want your company right? go be with them.
it’s not here.