For me, thanks to the likes of ...every rapper on earth except Will Smith, the "n" word has lost some of its veracity. And calling it the "n" word also makes me queasy. And the idea of being offended by some old-fashioned southerner using it, whose never picked up a pencil and follows it with a "darn tootin", seems, well, dumb. Which brings me to this girl in London, who had me urinating all over the briefs I haven't taken off in two days.
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