It's not exactly the playful innocence of Will Smith's "Summertime," but I feel like I'm ready to offically kick my summer off now. Your guess is as good as mine as to what TB stands for, but I know I definitely don't plan on runnin' into her. It's not so much the racist part, it's just that if we ended up together in a Hampton Road duplex bedroom, there's only three conceivable endings. I get raped. I get shanked. I get raped and shanked. All involving tearful apologies and sexual inadequacy. Yep, gonna be another summer north of the Trinity.
I do wonder if the black community was sporting the Rangers gear when they weren't winning pennants. Wait... no I don't. They were not.
- via DC9 at Night
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