The usual question, that I’ve encountered for the majority of my life, reared its ugly, and despicable head, yet again-“If you don’t mind me asking, What are you, I mean…where were you born? I get asked this question, by both ignorant, inbred-looking, sub-average, intellect peckerwoods, as well as the most ignorant of my “own kind.”I have become MOSTLY immune to the question, because after nearly 50-years on this planet-I’ve become consumed with complacency, to the utter gall, and exponentially immeasurable ignorance that is represented by the “question.” I’ve discussed this before, but the other day was different. Whether they look like cast rejects from the movie “Deliverance” or Bishop Magic Don Juan, racially hung-up and insensitive imbeciles are worse than the bubonic plaque.
While performing the duties of my very customer-service oriented, commission based job-I encounter a Clarence Thomas looking, borderline, Cornelius, from The Planet Of The Apes, looking asshole, accompanied by what obviously, was said assholes= less than significant other. Rather than accepting the offer of my assistance, “Cornelius” begins to question my ethnicity, and despite my insistence of sticking to what I’m paid to do-“Cornelius” continued to probe for my answer to “his” opinions of my answer(s). I was about to blow my notoriously cool demeanor, until I realized that this barrel chested, sparsely bearded, son-of-a-tired-bitch= was actually a female. I’m thinking WTF, are you kidding me? You like pussy as much as I do, yet, your racist ass, has the nerve to bring your foul-smelling, clit-cuddling concubine, into my place of work…and question MY racial makeup?
WHAT I REALLY WANTED 2 SAY!
Kind of what I really have always wanted to say to any of the asinine assholes that come to my job, or otherwise, and have attempted to insult my intelligence and mixed heritage. Kiss my motherfucking ass…after I take a massive shit!!! In this particular instance, someone that should have my same respect for diversity-abjectly failed my utopian expectations of equality. Give me a Hotdammed Break! You=bring your gender questionable, Grape Ape looking ass, on my job, and insult me. What if I passed judgement on you, and your the Trailer Park, trash girlfriend that you brought in…to try and open an account?- You would be filing a lawsuit against me ,at the drop of a hat, if I even remotely suggested that her less than stellar credit, combined with imperfect vaginal hygiene…was responsible for her DENIED minimum credit line of $100.00. You and your girlfriend, couldn’t afford to buy a Tic-Tac, too embed in her diseased twat , let alone, find a bed, big enough, that would support you “guys”. You bring your broke-down ass, in, trying to buy $4000.00 worth of real wood, with a $100.00 particle board budget? Next time, might I suggest, that you bring a little bit of something, resembling cash and class-that would wipe out the doctors memory that birthed your worthless ass. What am I Motherfucker? Gladly, nothing resembling YOU~Daryl