« Pot Tea | How To Make Me Stop Reading »
As if Hurrican Katrina wasn’t enough, New Olreans is being hit again:
The transvestites first appeared in March when they raided Magazine Street like a marauding army of kleptomaniacal showgirls, said Davis, using clockwork precision and brute force to satisfy high-end boutique needs.
Read between the lines a bit and it should make you angry. Note that in a city with a dire lack of essential services, a decimated public school system, a dearth of habitable housing for the cities poorer refugees, etc., a few "high end boutiques" are operational to serve the needs of the sort of rich white folk that wouldn't let the niggers accross their bridge.
So I say, you go girls! Rip off those shits, and turn your plunder into something New Orlans can be proud of.
Mind blown into a million pieces.
Like I don't have enough issues now I gotta hope the peeps at Red Light don't lock their doors when I try to come in? Sheesh.
This should be the plot of Barbershop 3.
Comments Closed
In order to combat spam, we are no longer accepting comments on this post (or any post more than 45 days old).
Sounds like something out of a John Waters film.