when your white friends defend you
when you defend your white friends
A gentleman, having ordered a meal at a fine London restaurant, decided that he would like some wine to accompany his meal. So he summoned the waiter and asked for a bottle of hock.
“Hock, sir?” asked the waiter.
“Yes, hock, man. You know: hic, hunc, huius, huic, hoc.”
“Hmm … very good, sir.”
The food duly arrived, but without the wine. This perturbed the gentleman slightly, as he was accustomed to a higher standard of service. He began to dine, and at the next opportunity he beckoned the waiter again.
“Didn’t I order a bottle of hock?”
“Yes, sir, you did - but then you declined it.”
i always wonder why no one likes me and then i remember i dont even like me
"I drove a tank in World War II, isn’t that interesting? I drove a tank and I loved that tank and everyone in it. I drove it over people and right through houses, and I did it out of love."
Love of country?
"No, love of my tank and of everyone in it. There are no finer conversations than those had in the grinding innards of an iron tank. You have a lot to learn. You will find your tank. It just takes time."
I read this all in a heavy slavic accent and it sounds natural
Destruction and passion come naturally to my people.
Court dress of Empress Maria Feodorovna of Russia, 1780s
Léo Louppe (1869-?) - Carnations, oil on canvas, 73 x 52 cm.
Dylan Moran on Irish temper x