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Some mofo said this to me today: "You gold teeth, gold chain wearing, fried chicken, biscuit eating, monkey, ape, baboon, big thigh, fast running, high jumping, spear chucking, three-hundred-sixty-degree basketball dunking, titsun, spade, Moulan Yan. go the fuck back to Africa."
So I said to him: "You dago-wop, guinea, garlic breath, pizza slinging, spaghetti bending, Vic Damone, Perry Como, Luciano Pavarotti, Sole Mio, non-singing motherfucker." He didn& #39;t like it. But then this other dude jumped in for some reason.
And you& #39;ll never believe what he said. But if I remember correctly, this is what he said verbatim, because my memory is that good..
He said, "You little slanty-eyed, me-no-speaky-American, own-every-fruit-and-vegetable-stand-in-New-York, bullshit, Reverend Sun Myung Moon, Summer Olympics & #39;88, Korean kick-boxing son of a bitch!" I looked at him, and said, wow, it& #39;s like that dude? I think he was a cop.
And then this other dude that I didn& #39;t know, decided to jump in and share his thoughts about whatever... I mean, who asked him? But this is what he said... for real...
"You Goya bean-eating, fifteen in a car, thirty in an apartment, pointed shoes, red-wearing, Menudo, mire-mire Puerto Rican cocksucker. Yeah, you!" I think he was cop. Fucking pigs!
Finally, this dude who looked like @SamuelLJackson steps into the mix, trying to be the mediator or, "The Negotiator," and this muthafucka says this: "YO! HOLD UP! Time out! TIME OUT! Y& #39;all take a chill! Ya need to cool that shit out! And that& #39;s the double truth, Ruth!" Really?
Sigh. But, you know what, he& #39;s right. Some dude named Radio Raheem just walked by me, blasting something called "Fight the Power" by some group called Public Enemy. All is well now. Although there& #39;s something ominous about the outcome of the life of that Raheem dude. #Love wins!
Now I& #39;m going to watch "The Night of the Hunter" on @criterionchannl. Ciao!
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