Last night, Brokey and I were attempting to one-up each other by pointing out cheesy, hackneyed displays of Afrocentricity. (You know what we mean: that dreadlocked-Jesus-on-the-cross-ass stuff.)
“Wtf is goin on there??!” she asked. A terrific question. I made a joke about tub farting. She suggested it was the Almighty watching some lovemaking and interceding. (Because, you know, we’re 12.)
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