Dance like a negroe & the birth of "Superfag"
Look at that photo. Yes, it was 'Family Holiday' in the Rynek this weekend. It was a celebration of all that is good about the family and it was truly wholesome in all the ways we know wholesome to look like; a daughter up on a father's shoulders, children running around and dancing, face painting, candy, and music.
Yet for any lucky person in the audience who could understand Polish and English, this was a family day full of good ol' wholesome racism and sex.
A music group came on stage, dressed as big puffy fruits and vegetables, and instead of Baa Baa Black Sheep like I expected, I heard a song called "Dance like a negroe!". When I heard the first line, "Little Blacky lives in the jungle and loves to dance with the monkeys." I knew I was in for a treat. "1, 2, 3! Dance like blacky! I said Dance!!!"
Next, this group of 10 year old girls in pink jumped on stage dancing like hookers in a Polish Jay Z video, grinding their bright, pink, preteen asses to a full on assault of explicit R&B blaring over these now sinful speakers, while their babcias cheered them on in the audience, wondering what "Swing that dirty ass, bitch!" meant, and maybe even singing along. But irony was not lost today, for these R&B babcias had at least as much gold on their teeth as the hardest gangbangers this side of Compton, so all was good in the world....or was it?
The icing on the fruitcake was this poor kid here. Surrounded by his entourage of tweenage supertramps, this 10 year old boy's only thought was how good he'd look if he had access to even more sequins. This doomed child, living in the most catholic and intolerant country on earth, is so gay that he's best likened to a Gay Neo in the gayhating Matrix of Poland. He is the One the prophecies spoke of.
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...and I thought my wednesday was scary because there was a leggy bug in my shower. Sheesh.
i'm getting that picture of me and flores holding eachother emblazoned on a t-shirt and i'm going to wear it everyday. and anytime anyone addresses me i'm going to respond exclusively in broken polish freestyle. kurwa.
agnieszka
or should i say: i'm getting that kurwa picture of me and kurwa flores holding eachother emblazoned on a kurwa t-shirt and i'm kurwa going to wear it every kurwa day.
polish kurwa freestyle.
yee-ah.
something is screaming and moaning outside my window. i think it's a dying or severely demented cat but it might be a child. it's dark and i'm afraid. what the fuck! fuck nature, this sucks.
scary? this was the best day of my life!
no, my wednesday was scarier because of those children and your mention of their bums. Shudder.
I heard there are more queers on that side of the ocean.....any truth to that?
Bedtime Bear
(have you seen a black person there yet?)
i saw two black guys, pure homies, each with a hot polish bitch on his arm. how the fuck did they get here?
find the children. tell them you are american superagent. make a movie. i am willing to produce it.
and the homie's are there making their own video.
Senor Spielbergo
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