Two black guys are sitting at the table. Both are glaring at me. I stick out my hand at a crooked angle, trying to mimic a rapper. "Hey," I say. "I'm fresh. The freshest, y'know… like, uh, def… the deffest." I take a sip of champagne. "You know… def." To prove this I spot a black guy with dreadlocks and I walk up to him and exclaim "Rasta Man!" and hold out my hand, anticipating a high-five. But the nigger just stands there.
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My bad.
How's it going?
Long time no see.
I remembered you because of your profile picture.
You have gotten rid of comments,i see.
or maybe you are someone else?