Oh for fuck’s sake! I can’t believe you’re real.
You know fuck all about me, my race, or my sense of humour.
You would be surprised about all three of those!
Context doesn’t always come through with text responses.
If you and I were sat across a table from each other, we’d probably be ordering another beer.
Unless you’re a …, in which case the first beer would never happen!
I don’t need to know shit about your race to find your fascination with racist shit gross. Context doesn’t excuse behavior that’s vile. I’d never sit down across the table with you, because you think in terms of cunts, I’d rather smash a pint over your head and being the pummeling.
imagine being so exceptionally dull and un funny that your entire concept of funny depended on a good dose of racism in there to make it all go.
racism isn’t funny. If your entire idea of humor depends on racism, your shit was never funny.
your quality take is garbage.
Oh for fuck’s sake! I can’t believe you’re real. You know fuck all about me, my race, or my sense of humour. You would be surprised about all three of those!
Context doesn’t always come through with text responses. If you and I were sat across a table from each other, we’d probably be ordering another beer. Unless you’re a …, in which case the first beer would never happen!
Lighten up mate. Take a pill or something.
I don’t need to know shit about your race to find your fascination with racist shit gross. Context doesn’t excuse behavior that’s vile. I’d never sit down across the table with you, because you think in terms of cunts, I’d rather smash a pint over your head and being the pummeling.
fuck off racist garbage.