Wednesday, February 15, 2006

"Yella!... Yella!"
"Arabic? You're a spic!"
"Yo! my sister's Jordanian."
"I'm from Austria, motherfucker!. I'm from Graz! Arnold Schwarzenegger's hometown!"
"No wonder you sound like a Guinea."
"Yeah! We're right on the fuckin' border"
"A good Irish name."
"You're alright for a Jew!"
"What's the difference between a nigger and a pizza?"
"There's a black man in the room!"
"I don't care! What's the difference between a nigger and a fucking pizza?
"I don't know."
"A pizza can feed a family of four!"
[The black man looks at the ground shakes his head slowly and laughs]
"How many languages do you speak?"
"I can say "pussy" in 12 languages!"
Flipping open a cell phone to show a photograph.
"She's hot"
Where's she from?"
"Russia. Buying her first Range Rover next week!"
What's she do?"
"Real estate.
"Why d'you think I'm with the bitch!?"
"So why's she with you!?"
"How old is she?"
"23" [he's 27]
"I saw Maurice- we went to the same Church- and I asked him, which way are you taking us? People are worried. And he says, we are a small country, a poor country; all we have is agriculture, but we need to modernize. We need to build infrastructure and to expand trade. We need education. We can learn from both sides..."
[Maurice is Maurice Bishop.]

Every god damn day is like this.


  1. Anonymous6:46 AM

    remind me where you live again..:)


  2. That's all chatter from my job site in Manhattan.
    Also, the Russian girlfriend with the Range Rover is Jewish, 'the black man' is Trinidadian, and 'Maurice' is Maurice Bishop The man telling the story is W. in the next post.
    It's a fucking coal mine, and you need sense of humor.
    Add women and children and 20 more nationalities and you get my neighborhood.

  3. Also: "I'm just flabbergasted by the antiquity of this shit" is not my line. (I wish it were!)

  4. Anonymous7:36 PM




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