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| I'm so paranoid about being racist, I constanly second-guess myself when I see a black celebrity on the street. | |
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| I saw Busta Rhymes walking down the street a while back, and I was like "Hey, that's Busta Rhymes." | |
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| And then I'm immediately like "No it's not you dick, you just can't tell the difference between two black people." | |
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| "Just because he looks like Busta Rhymes and he's got that beard and the tattoos and he's signing autographs for those kids." | |
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| "No, wait, it IS Busta Rhymes! All right, I'm not a racist!" | |
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| Now I've just got to move my wallet to my front pocket so his bodyguards don't mug me. | |
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