the negro problem When I'm summoned to testify on whether or not this very year we're cradled by could be best-defined as Xtreme Living, I'll wear a nice navy suit and look into the judge's eyes (the judge will be Father Time, with a baliff holding his flowing robes) and say NO, because remember when Richard Pryor was routinely mouthing off about thumb-wide lines of coke and racial relationals and the extra filthiest sexx? I think people would drop their needlepoint and howl if he/someone did that now.
Yet, in the upturned palm of the other considering hand, our shared lives aren't exactly prohibitively corsets-and-tariffs in tone, either. But, this: I know that a working knowledge of politico key players isn't even close-to-required to get by and that the mic (still. often.) gets turned off in Congressional hearings when unpopular cosmonauts speak, I know that celebrittle outposts say that Jessica Simpson has a new/desirable ribcage like a xylophone made of baby elephant tusks, and I know that Mr. Mistee is pretty much extinct. Further findings TBD. fell on 2005-06-15 at 10:34 a.m. |
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