When I lived in New york, they always had these ethnic day parades. I would get envious… You never see a parade for me. You never see a one fourth English, one fourth French, one fourth Italian, one fourth you don’t know what the hell you really are parade. Hey, it’s confused bastard honkey day parade.
Country hillbillies do the tobacco stuff in their lip. I don’t know what sensation it gives them. Maybe it helps them hate minorities better.
I don’t understand why anybody would ever beat their children when damaging them psychologically is so much more permanent.