that's what happens when you cling to hope.

My name is Melissa and I'm a spic. You name it, and I've heard it. When I was younger, and went to this mostly-white, catholic school (which had one fucking black kid everyone called Bill Cosby, or "The Cosb") I was like the only yellow kid thereabouts, and I came to realize at a very young age that being hispanic carried its own baggage.

First it was little things, like... discussing favorite foods with friends.
White Girl #1: I love pancakes or french toast~
White Girl #2: Mmmm I love PIZZA!
Me: Ooh, I like pizza. ^^
White Girl #2: With rice and beans? :B

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I pour boiling monkey spit all over his ass, and then karate-chop him repeatedly about the face and neck. This gets him relaxed and in the mood for the next stage of our foreplay: scat play.


We play scat man john at full plast as we careen into the nearest wall, slicked with baby oil and breasts aflame with candle wax.


The end.

One where russians don't buy out everything and then go ban-happy whilst imposing their own homophobic agenda on you.

Also, where livejournal isn't a festering whale's vagina.

friendsonly.



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