twentythree

I still love black women, an I still hate fuckin' crackers.

I can't stand people that can't take a joke.
I mean, if it's funny, it's okay.
You could cut my lil' weenie off and kill my family...
And it would be okay.
If you somehow made it really funny.
But I guess for that, it'd have to be REALLY funny.
If it is funny enough, you just can't get mad.
Like, if a guy kills sixteen people, but does all the murders wearing one of those Groucho Marx glasses/mustache deals?
It's okay.
If some guy robs a bank but then punches somebody's girlfriend in the face on the way out?
He shouldn't go to jail.
Because it was funny.
Okay, this is a perfect example.
This is a true story.
Absolutly true.
Some guy (And this really happened) walked into a bank, went up to the teller, pulled out a handfull of shit, (Could have been his own shit, could have been dogshit, who knows) and he says:
"Give me all the money behind the counter, or I will throw this shit in your face."
And she gave him the money!
The guy successfully robbed a bank with a handful of shit.
He was never caught.
But even if he had been caught, you couldn't arrest that guy!
It's just too damn funny.
You see?
Man, that guy is my hero.
If I ever met him, I'd like to shake his hand.
Well, maybe not shake his hand, but I would let him know that he is the coolest.