Several times a month, I will be in a store aisle reaching for something and feel a hand going up the inside of my thigh. When I turn around to find myself alone with a woman, and ask her if she would prefer me to hold still so she can get a better feel for the situation, oftentimes she will act "shocked" claiming nothing had happened, it must be somebody else...
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6. Because my dick has an elbow. Nuff said.
What makes it somehow worse is that he's a terrible singer.
Although now I want to lay the audio over that Lil' John video.
Even for the period it's bad, but I get the idea that it's entirely satire. Not that we should condone the actions of our past, but it's an unfortunate result of the early 20th Century.
and do it. Just remember that it has a digital copyright and you can't post it anywhere when you're done. I swear Facebook sent me a death threat.
It's not satire... there was a large and thriving racist movement at the time and they put out a lot of records. It's a recognized genre that has collectors. I know a collector and historian of white supremacist propaganda and culture.
Holy fuckballs. I was going to say "I can't believe the part about the steel v's saphhires" but the truth is, I can believe it.
Still a fucking amazing example of the effect, tho! You truly are blessed* to be near it.
*for a given definition of "blessed"
It's like I'm taking crazy pills.
But I AM blessed. I get paid to dumb shit, and I ALSO get paid to make dumb people angry. And then do more dumb shit.
We are actually old enough to have experienced a past which is laughably archaic. One of the interesting things about being in school so late in life is that I'm unlearning along with learning. "LOL YOU THOUGHT WHAT? NO THAT WAS DISPROVEN IN THE 90'S, OLD LADY!"
When I was a kid, we thought that other galaxies were nebulas within our galaxy.
Suu, I'm not sure I ever knew why you're in KC
I'm giving talks at a convention tomorrow in Independence, the next city over.
This city does not suck, by the way. Everybody back east was going, "Ewwww, flyover state, DNT." Meanwhile, the first thing I'm told when I get off the train is, "By the way, Pretty Boy Floyd shot up this train station, let me show you the bullet holes!" It's not what I expected in the least. I expected Jesus, and I got Hare Krishnas and gay bars in the half hour drive I saw last night. I am NOT kidding.