Sunday, November 16, 2008

dude, it's cool. i'm down with o.p.p.

So, tonight, at work, Jimmy John's, I, Brody Croucher, was called, a "racist white."

Why do I dislike that I was called this?

Because, I'm really not. 

What I don't like is how much more racist, resentful-racist hunters, like the gentlemen this evening are.

I'm actually extremely upset about this. 

To be called a racist by my friends is usually a joke that I'm a little uncomfortable with, but then for this fellow, who I don't know, seriously accuses me of being a racist, was the first time in a while that I wanted to just attack someone with my fists. 

It's a long, and ridiculous story of a fiery faggot getting pissed when we can't make him a sandwich because we ran out of bread. A sandwich.

All this fuck made me hate more than racism, was him and his racism. 

Dear racist man at Jimmy John's:
What?

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