“What do you mean you ‘haven’t gotten to the whites yet’? The rally starts in less than two hours, woman, and I refuse to have us be the only patriots there in dingy hoods and robes.
“Now chop chop. You can finish making the Sloppy Joes later.”
“What do you mean you ‘haven’t gotten to the whites yet’? The rally starts in less than two hours, woman, and I refuse to have us be the only patriots there in dingy hoods and robes.
“Now chop chop. You can finish making the Sloppy Joes later.”
Man, that doesn’t leave enough time to get the hood starched and there’s nothing sadder than a saggy hood.
What type of side dishes will we be having with our sloppy joes?
…
Am I to understand there will be no side dishes?
…
Oh. And what about the PIE.
Don’t forget enuff rope for da lynchn later
And what in THE HELL are those SHOOZ doing on YOUR FEET, WOMAN?!
Answer: Robert Byrd circa 1947
Did I win a pie?
Hmmm.
White is so …. summer.
I think we need to start considering various pastels or even brocades in our robes. The hoods can remain white because it gets DAMN hot under that thing during the summertime. I can’t even imagine how hot that fucker would get if it was a heavy brocade. But we really need to get into some different colors man.
Not that we need some rainbow or Lucky Charms kind of shit. But we really need something to identify each other by. Since everyone is wearing the same damn thing and nobody’s face is visible, it’s tough finding people when you’re trying to setup the Liberal Pinata.
sw: “club”. Rather strangely appropriate.
everybody now:
SCUM, SCUM, SCUM,
GO BACK TO WHERE YA FROM!
WHATCHA MEAN YOU FORGOT THE TATER TOTS, WOMAN?
I just love it when they’re warm from the dryer, though.
TW: Not one of my original efforts.
I dunno about you, bwah. Sloppy Joes, with tomatoes and spices and suchlike? That’s damn near Italian.. Next thing you know you’ll be jabbering in Latin and worshiping the Pope.
T/W: At least, that’s my working theory.
And no pickles! God help you if I find pickles…
As Melvin waits, Zoe summons her moxie.
ZOE: I can’t resist. You usually move through here so quickly and I have so many questions I want to ask you. You have no idea what your work means to me.
MELVIN (Jack Nicholson): What’s it mean?
ZOE: That somebody out there knows what it’s like to be… (taps her head and heart) in here.
MELVIN: Oh God, this is like a nightmare.
ZOE: Aw come on, just a couple of questions—how hard is that?
As he hits the button, wipes his fingers, hits the button etc.
ZOE: How do you write women so well?
MELVIN: (as he turns toward her) I think of a man and take away reason and accountability.
An article on anti-Americanism, sure to upset any ‘progressives’.
In fact, look at the comments section. One anti-AMerican after another comes by and slings mud, but when presented with simple questions, runs away. Quite predictable.
I read it. Informative.
A sandwich is a sandwich,
But a Manwichâ„¢ is a meal.
With PIE!
T/W: boy. As in “Hmmmm-boy!”
Hmmmm.
If this is some strange East Coast slang reference to two naked men stuck in a hot room with nothing more than a couple towels and some baby oil …
That was a sauna damn it!
We’re supposed to be naked with only a couple towels. And the baby oil is because my thighs chafe! There’s nothing wierd about it. It’s perfectly natural. It’s a sauna! It’s a hot sweaty box with two naked men and a bottle of baby oil.
Can I get an amen?
sw: “saying”. You know I’m just saying. Right? Right?
you weren’t supposed to tell
what a releif! i can’t be a bush kultist, cause i don’t do any of that stuff. (okay, i have to now that rto’s gone, but when he’s here? nope.)
That does it. I’m joining the Black Panthers.