during the dozen years I lived in a predominantly black neighborhood...
(and, believe me, I was 'bout the only white face around...)
there were at least a half-dozen instances of me coming home to find my house broken into and stuff stolen...
btw... I loved my black neighbors... and I miss living there... and I really hate living in white-bread land...
but, back then, whenever I'd come home to find my house broken into and my stuff stolen, I'm pretty sure that, at the time, I muttered under my breath sumpin' like "fuckin' *******..."
so, fry me...
Can do, but first we need you to have your brother run a restaurant where he runs around drunk, watches porn in front of his female staff, treats them all like shit and goes home with the register cash. Then when the staff complains we'll all talk about that time 30 years ago when your house got popped.
Get dat done and you too can be an internet board legend.
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