Can someone please explain to me the chemistry set? Did our parents want us to cause explosions or taste poison? Was this really a good idea?
You get that chemistry set and suddenly the basement goes Krakatoa on you. You've got the davenport orbiting the exosphere like Skylab.
And you KNOW the first thing you thought about when you got the chemistry set: "I'm gonna blow some shit up!"
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So I told the children, I said, "Yeeewww. Cannot. BLOW. Things up!"
What's the deal with rodeo clowns? Whose idea was this? At some point, someone must have said, "Fellas, we've had a lot of guys killed by angry bulls. We need a way to distract them. So I'm thinking, what about I'm just brainstorming here clowns?"
There's a smart vocational choice, huh? I think I should dress up like Bozo and divert the attention of twelve hundred pounds of enraged bovine. What, was that job as the bazooka target already filled?
Do we need any more proof that white people are CRAZIER than black people? How many black rodeo clowns you ever seen?
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So I told the children, I said, "Yeeewwww. Cannot become. A RODEO CLOWN!"
What's the deal with genocide? Is it really that important to make sure that you've rubbed out everybody?
I don't want to get off on a rant here, but doesn't it seem like we throw around the term genocide an awful lot these days? You really should have to lose a significant portion of your ethnic population before you go and cry about it.
A white guy actually said that to me once, "Well, at least your people never went through genocide." Well, ain't I fucking grateful for small favors.
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So I told the children, I said, "Yeeewwwww. Cannot become. A GENOCIDE!"