Knock This Hair, and I Will Knock Your Joke
Knock knock
Who’s there?
Knock knock.
I don’t get the joke
I didn’t say the punchline.
I said “who’s there?”
And I said “Knock knock.”
Who’s there.
Knock knock.
Why do you repeat yourself?
I hate you.
I hate you, who?
You, I hate you.
I don’t get the joke.
I went to a Tea Party. I love tea. It sounded a little childish, but I saw lots of adults on TV there, so I thought I would go. I was hoping there might be some free tea samples. Instead, there were a lot of people standing around, but not one of them was drinking any tea. I guess there were waiting for someone to start the tea party. So I went home, brewed some tea, and brought some tea back. Only a few people would drink the tea. Overall, they seem to be a bizarre group of people.
I know an evangelical who is also a progressive who has a very consistent belief on gay marriage. He believes gay should be allowed to marry, but they should wait until they’re married to have sex.
I believe people are people, and there really are few differences among us racially. Yet, I have found one main difference between white women and Black women: their hair. White women want you to play with their hair. “Stroke my hair, play with my hair, mess up my hair, or I will mess you up” is the type thing one hears from white women. Black women are more like “don’t you dare touch my hair. You touch my hair, and I will mess you up.” Did you know that 80% of hair product sales are to Black women? They have an investment in that hair. You can admire, but don’t touch.
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