Every so often some synapse decides to zap my brain and I think about the “black folk ain’t having no Bernie” tweet.
Was it a tweet? I can’t remember anymore. But I still remember that line. Just at random. Apropos of nothing. Not even in a “hey remember that?” sorta way. Instead it just fires off and disappears almost as quickly as it appeared.
How about y’all?
Back in the stone ages, I went to see Rocky Horror Picture Show. “Don’t throw stuff at the screen,” they always say, “If you break it, you buy it, and how the fuck will you get that giant-ass screen home? You’ll have to roll it up and shove it up your ass.” Right then, this enormous fucking cracker with a really high voice gets up and starts running around the theater, yelling “shove it up my ass! Shove it up my ass!” And that enormous fucking cracker had been running around the inside of my head, yelling “shove it up my ass!” ever since.
Shove it up your ass, homie. Shove it up your ass, indeed.
Large adult cracker