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I was woken up this morning by the sounds of movers hauling out my neighbor’s belongings. Lots of banging, scraping, and foot shuffling. I could tell the movers were black guys by their voices. Thanks to the miracle of walls that actually amplify outside sounds I was able to hear some of their conversation.
“White people’s furniture all look the same.”
A dog barked.
“And white people’s pets, too!”
I laughed because it’s true. Well, true of yuppie whites living in NW DC. I bet what they moved looked like this:
conspicuously displayed conde nast magazine sold separately.
answers to ‘Tinky Winky’.
Stereotypes… dey not pulled out kitteh’s ass.