Racism is a terrible, terrible thing... But holy shit, it makes for the best jokes. For instance, what would you call Fred Flintstone if he was black?
Four score and seven years ago...
Dude, you ain't Abraham Lincoln, you're a cat.
Well, uh...
You'd call him a nigger! Get it? He's black, so you call him nigger! (I get the feeling somebody is gonna take this the wrong way and kick my fat white ass.)
The little asian dyke on the left is Anna. The fat white flamer on your right is Josh. They pretend to be dating to cover up the fact that they're both homosexuals.
Yup, I told another lie in that last comic... (If you wanna call it a comic, that is. If you do wanna call it a comic, you're probably a dumbass anyways.)
The truth is, I'm actually fat. I'm definately not white though.
Below is a picture of me. It was taken during my vacation last summer.
Monday, the sixth day of the first month. 'Tis on this much loved "teacher work day" that the cult of something or other meets to do... stuff
You know, Truman, nobody's around. There's plenty of time for a bit of lovin...
Mr Levin's love session with his baby/dog/lover Truman is interrupted by a visit from that guy who played Ralph in "Happy Days" and his pet cat "Mr Erection".
Mr Levin! I've come for you!
Yeah, that was like four hours ago, and it only took you half a god damned minute. You'll never satisfy a man like that!
Seeing as Mr Levin has now creamed his pants, I'm leaving. Finish the story in your head, fag.
God dammit, you know that's not what I meant. When I said come for you, I meant come as in walk in the door. See how the door's open? See?
That cat in his arms... so sexy... for once I desire the pussy... oh yes...