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You ever ate Thanksgiving dinner with black people? Trust me...
YOU DON'T FUCKING WANT TO!
Squanto is flipping 360's in his grave. Right now that pile of red shit that you see above is sitting in a pot on the stove in my grandmother's kitchen. The mere smell of of it makes me want to puke. Any of you curious enough to try pig intestines?
Before it's cooked and cut, it looks exactly like what you would imagine it to. The outside is hard with a tough skin wrapped around it. When you bite into it, the skin breaks with a sickening crunch around your teeth. The inside is soft and moist and tastes like an asshole. And the smell that's wafting through the house right now reminds me of rancid milk. Clumpy and clotted as your pour it down the drain.
That's my aunt's favorite dish. She cooks it every Thanksgiving and tries to force me to eat it. Being at school, the last three Thanksgivings, the pig intestines sort of slipped my mind. And I've made the smallest big mistake of my life by deciding to come home and see my family.
If my aunt tries to force me to eat that foul, filthy swine like she did several years ago, I will fucking spit in that bitches' face. For the last thirty minutes, I've been thinking about how I will go fucking INSANE if any of my stupid relatives say shit to me. Like the shit between me and my aunt got so serious at one point (read the second half of this post) my dad FORBID us from talking to each other. I am so ready to hit that bitch. I hope she steps to.
I never understood white people's obsession with pumpkin pie. That shit is mediocre at best. And it's also made of pumpkins? Who eats pumpkins? White people, that's who. Now if we were talking about sweet potatoe pie. Ooh ooh baby! That almost makes coming home worth it! Mmm MM!
YOU DON'T FUCKING WANT TO!
Squanto is flipping 360's in his grave. Right now that pile of red shit that you see above is sitting in a pot on the stove in my grandmother's kitchen. The mere smell of of it makes me want to puke. Any of you curious enough to try pig intestines?
Before it's cooked and cut, it looks exactly like what you would imagine it to. The outside is hard with a tough skin wrapped around it. When you bite into it, the skin breaks with a sickening crunch around your teeth. The inside is soft and moist and tastes like an asshole. And the smell that's wafting through the house right now reminds me of rancid milk. Clumpy and clotted as your pour it down the drain.
That's my aunt's favorite dish. She cooks it every Thanksgiving and tries to force me to eat it. Being at school, the last three Thanksgivings, the pig intestines sort of slipped my mind. And I've made the smallest big mistake of my life by deciding to come home and see my family.
If my aunt tries to force me to eat that foul, filthy swine like she did several years ago, I will fucking spit in that bitches' face. For the last thirty minutes, I've been thinking about how I will go fucking INSANE if any of my stupid relatives say shit to me. Like the shit between me and my aunt got so serious at one point (read the second half of this post) my dad FORBID us from talking to each other. I am so ready to hit that bitch. I hope she steps to.
I never understood white people's obsession with pumpkin pie. That shit is mediocre at best. And it's also made of pumpkins? Who eats pumpkins? White people, that's who. Now if we were talking about sweet potatoe pie. Ooh ooh baby! That almost makes coming home worth it! Mmm MM!