Yeah.
Because, I might never have complained about the largest grass shop in the world, if it wasn't owned and run by native Americans. OK, I got a bag of sticks (and it was a fucking HUGE bag for an eighth), and I got wet, but I think the only reason I felt the urge to say shit about it, is because they are Native American. (and don't pay tax, and it STILL cost $46! Not passing those fucking savings onto the consumers.)
I dunno.
I'm unknowingly racist anyway, because I purposely cross the road to be on the same side as a black person, to prove I am not racist. I purposely sit beside brown people, so that I will be in the way of the bomb when it goes off, thereby saving hundreds of cunts whom I would never speak to if they waved their insane little unearned intact pinkies at me.
Or maybe I am knowingly racist. I dunno. If I think about it, I am racist in the same way as I am homophobic. I fucking hate gay people. I fucking hate (certain) Taiwanese people, too. But that's cos my husband has explained why I should.
Like life, really. Prejudices are learned. (Under no circumstances, drive behind a Mazda, if you can't see the driver in their mirror: she will be a) old, b) Oriental (racist... I mean slant-eyed*) and c) unable to cope if her phone rings, whilst she is not talking on it.)
I suppose I am 'uncomfortably' racist. I would rather not be, but it is better than being 'comfortably' racist.
Oh, wait: Glaswegian, innit?! I hate everybody.
*No, I didn't.
Because, I might never have complained about the largest grass shop in the world, if it wasn't owned and run by native Americans. OK, I got a bag of sticks (and it was a fucking HUGE bag for an eighth), and I got wet, but I think the only reason I felt the urge to say shit about it, is because they are Native American. (and don't pay tax, and it STILL cost $46! Not passing those fucking savings onto the consumers.)
I dunno.
I'm unknowingly racist anyway, because I purposely cross the road to be on the same side as a black person, to prove I am not racist. I purposely sit beside brown people, so that I will be in the way of the bomb when it goes off, thereby saving hundreds of cunts whom I would never speak to if they waved their insane little unearned intact pinkies at me.
Or maybe I am knowingly racist. I dunno. If I think about it, I am racist in the same way as I am homophobic. I fucking hate gay people. I fucking hate (certain) Taiwanese people, too. But that's cos my husband has explained why I should.
Like life, really. Prejudices are learned. (Under no circumstances, drive behind a Mazda, if you can't see the driver in their mirror: she will be a) old, b) Oriental (racist... I mean slant-eyed*) and c) unable to cope if her phone rings, whilst she is not talking on it.)
I suppose I am 'uncomfortably' racist. I would rather not be, but it is better than being 'comfortably' racist.
Oh, wait: Glaswegian, innit?! I hate everybody.
*No, I didn't.
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