I thought so. I saw you the other week playing with a young black girl at some charity event or something.
That was no charity event; she’s my daughter.
That’s strange; she doesn’t look like your daughter.
What do you mean?
She’s got two arms.
Heed the words of Minister Farrakhan, white man, before it’s too late. Geez, what a sick, brainwashed white ho.
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