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Rosa Parks is gone, and Renee Thomas has stepped up, and shaken her ass, to
take her place. Most of you know the story of Rosa Parks. She was a black
lady who refused to give up her seat to a white man. Thanks to her, black
women like me can sit on buses wherever they want. Whoopee.

You may not know her name, but Renee Thomas' story is gaining national
attention. Like Rosa Parks, Renee was tired after a long day of work. She
just wanted to relax and have sex with fellow Carolina Panthers cheerleader
Angela Keathley in a public restroom. Like Rosa Parks, Renee was arrested.
That's what happens to pioneers. Let's make sure that Renee's arrest is not
in vain. Something needs to be done to protect the rights of hot lesbian
cheerleaders to fuck in public bathrooms.

Someone needs to organize massive protests. A Million Muff Muncher March if
you will. I see thousands of cheerleaders in tight white t-shirts marching
on Washington. They start to riot. They hurl pom-poms at the police. They
make rude formations, and do cheers that are not only mean spirited, but
that also show little regard for traditional rhyme schemes and meter. A
couple of the girls go at it in the Lincoln Memorial, right on Lincoln's
lap!

Then the police have no choice but to turn the fire hoses on them. The
cheerleaders scream as their shaky pyramids come crashing down. Their firm
young breasts heave under gauzy white t-shirts that are now suddenly
translucent. The cold water causes their nipples to stiffen and to reach
new heights in rigidity! Some of the cheerleaders remove their soaking
panties in protest. Hopefully, the major news outlets will realize the
historical significance of this moment and show it over and over again:
ideally in slow motion.

I know what you're thinking. Angela Keathley is not that hot. She has a
huge nose. But you're probably thinking about her mug shot. I'm sure with
some make-up she looks pretty good. In the mug shot she does not have any
on. Why? Because while you were sitting at home ignoring injustice all
around you, Angela had her face buried in Renee Thomas' lap: licking,
sucking, nibbling, and fighting for what she believed in. And if her
carefully applied lipstick, eyeliner, and blush were reduced to nothing more
than random splotches on Thomas' creamy thighs, I think that's a small price
to pay for liberty.