We're all prejudiced towards certain things, and that's natural, because it stems from the conclusions we draw from experience or from other the experience of the people we respect. But there's a huge difference between "private prejudice" (no Nobelo) and actively promoting and imposing your biased beliefs, and actually treating others unfairly because of them.
http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NE-72ZXux-g/TJEMAckgG-I/AAAAAAAAPNo/cLgtZat2fKc/s1600/bin-laden-family.jpg
"Look, I'm not a bigot, the cool picture I carry in my wallet proves it!"
Word on your girlfriend is definitely out:
http://www.myfoxdetroit.com/dpp/news/local/woman-who-taunted-kathleen-edward-is-arrested_jennifer_petkov_20100915_dk
00:21 "But this time what she's accused of doing is a CLEAR CUNT CRIME"
Hey, I don't know how to translate this one into English:
When Marge gets a boob job, and her back aches, and she says: "Sólo me aguanto de pie porque me dan pellizcos en el culo".
- What do you know about Lisa Simpson?
- Lisa Simpson is a girl from school.
- Anything else?
- One time, I picked my nose so hard it bled.
- No, about Lisa Simpson!
- Lisa Simpson is a girl from school.
[Ice cream truck drives into the school, all the kids rush to buy popsicles.]
Ralph buys an ice cream cone, splashes it on his forehead:
"I am a retarded unicorn!"
"I remember playing in that little castle and imagining I was a dead animal-wig wearing joke of an 'actor' who raped Marlon Brando's memory on featurettes for my nightmare films. It's all about imagination." Nicholas Cage
""Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen" is a horrible experience of unbearable length, briefly punctuated by three or four amusing moments. One of these involves a dog-like robot humping the leg of the heroine. Such are the meager joys. If you want to save yourself the ticket price, go into the kitchen, cue up a male choir singing the music of hell, and get a kid to start banging pots and pans together. Then close your eyes and use your imagination." Roger Ebert.
Is Jessica Alba's pretty face a videogame about a diminutive prince on a mission to rebuild the stars, constellations, and Moon, which were accidentally destroyed by his father, the King of All Cosmos, which is achieved by rolling a magical, highly adhesive ball called a katamari around various locations, collecting increasingly greater objects, ranging from thumbtacks to people to mountains, until the ball has grown great enough to become a star?
At no point during the game does the prince get arrested for putting up posters of great white sharks.
http://blog.craftzine.com/katamari_halloween.jpg
That's me on the right. And THAT'S my boyfriend. Not any of the weirdos you regularly post about. A real prince, actually.
Uh, Gabe? I'm sorry but you got one of those facts wrong. Gosh, this is embarrassing... It's actually me who holds the world record in Katamary Damacy? I don't mean to rub it in or anything, just wanted to get things straight, you know?
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