Who the hell knows anymore??
So the MC writes:
Tell Victor fuck you!!!, Does your mother know your a racist with a dirty secret.
OK, first of all, learn how to punctuate properly.
Second of all, I am not going out with Vic. It’s a thorough mystery why he even thinks we’re somehow involved.
Third of all, I’m a racist? Really? Hmm, let’s see. My BFF’s white, most of the guys I date are white, and I have a multitude of races/ethnicities/creeds as friends.
Guess I’m a racist, huh?
And what secret could it be?? I am curious…but not enough, of course to email or call him back.
This is the end…the END I promise!
I am soooo tired of this shit.