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Jon "Bad Wasabi" Wood ([info]mcity) wrote in [info]otf_wank,
@ 2007-04-11 19:45:00


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I wish I had a joke about drinking problems...
On stupid_free, [info]gridlore posts link to an account of an occasion where he, quote, "met rudeness with snark". Specifically, some black girl didn't want to sit next to anyone, tried to make him give up his seat-with an empty one next to him-and he made fun of her in a very House-like way. Everyone hastens to call BS. Incidentally, all little old ladies speak English, and GridLore doesn't get to complain because [info]thexphial's Jewish ancestors were lynched.

Please, no Irishbashing.
EDIT: Personally, I would've just gone "Yes." and kept on eating my Vanilla Frosty. Now at Wendy's!


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[info]queencallipygos
2007-04-12 02:10 pm UTC (link)
See, all I can think of is that line from The Commitments:

"See, the Irish are the blacks of Europe. Dubliners are the blacks of Ireland. And us northsiders are the blacks of Dublin. So say it once, say it loud, we're black and we're proud!"

(For those unfamiliar: this statement is being uttered by a Dubliner, attempting to explain to his friends why it makes sense for a bunch of Dubliners to form a band to play soul music.)

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[info]fuzzybluelogic
2007-04-12 02:58 pm UTC (link)
I so loved that movie...and had the soundtrack.

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