I met a girl with gray pigment, she seriously looked like she was snipped from a black and white photo completely gray, cold gray even.
She was acting like she was black, waving her finger around, doing that neck thing, talking shit about Obama like she was an insider etc...
I call that "blacting" which I made up but I'll google right now to see how many other people made it up too.
Turns out millions of people made it up before me.
Doesn't mean I'm not original.
Anyway, the girl wasn't even black, she was GRAY.
She shouldda been acting like a vampire or industrial carpet.
I wasn't the only one that was annoyed, there was an albino, who, had she not been albino, would have been black, that was rolling her pink eyes the whole time.
And of course there was a black girl that was annoyed that the albino girl was acting white.
I like to act chinese or mexican when I take my racial vacations, that's why I'm original.
I hate Madonna.
When the earthquake struck I instantly remembered my training and stood next to a big huge pillar while I scoped out a place that would provide me a nice little triangle spot in the event that the building came down. I ended up laying on the floor next to a big log. If you don't know about the triangle method of earthquake sheltering, look it up, most people don't know about it and it's the best way to save your own life.
Minutes later, in all the rubble, I spotted Donald Trump beating the shit out of a little old bald man wearing pink rubber rescue boots.
I didn't stop to investigate.
Summary:
Blacting is so touristy.
A comb-over is the most delicate of all hair triggers.
That's all for now.
Don't get caught hypnotizing the ghetto.
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