Some Things Are Just PRICELESS
So I head down the street to the Red Cross to give my (usual) blood donation...the regulars are there and all is going as planned...the vampires hook me up and the blood flows...I have some snacks and get ready to bounce...but wait...I wasn’t OFFERED a free t-shirt. . .like the young lady who went before me. . .so I ask old dude if I can have one...and he says...of course, MY BAD...hahahahahahahahahaNow, I know that Black folks have infiltrated all levels of American culture when an old white dude says, ”My bad."
PRICELESS!!!!!
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