That my second grade teacher used cold cream and burnt charcoal to put me in blackface to sing a minstrel song for a school program. Yeah that would have been 1951, but there were primitive cameras back then.
I don’t know why Mrs. Butterworth is racist, the name sounds more English. (stupid English pigdogs)
Then again when I first heard that Kapernick took a knee because he was black my first thought was, “He’s black?” He was from Cudahy WI (I used to live right by there). and I’d only seen one pic of him back then, no ‘fro or pulled back. I thought he’d looked more like a dark skinned Italian.
One drop of black blood makes you black. I seem to recall some people using that standard for years in the world. Can’t remember what happened to them.
…gas station sushi.
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Learning — and remembering — how to dance The Hustle.
Came in handy, though, during a recent Hootenanny, right?
I’m pretty sure that’s what he was talking about.
And yes, I deplore my sexism in assuming Jenos’ gender.
My voter registration from the ’60s
I voted for Mario Cuomo. That’s pretty darn embarrassing.
That my second grade teacher used cold cream and burnt charcoal to put me in blackface to sing a minstrel song for a school program. Yeah that would have been 1951, but there were primitive cameras back then.
You have a bright future in Democrat party.
Something from the past that you hope doesn’t come back to haunt you is…
being born a poor white child.
…being born a well off white child on the other hand is not so bad.
Something from the past that you hope doesn’t come back to haunt you is…
well I’m not saying it involves Aliens but… it involves Aliens.
Something from the past that you hope doesn’t come back to haunt you is…
I once pronounced it Basil not Basil.
Doing it opposite is even worse…
Eating Aunt Jemima pancakes with Mrs. Butterworth’s syrup, along with a bowl of Rice Krispies.
No Uncle Ben’s rice?
Not for breakfast anyway.
Monster!
I like to live right on the edge.
I don’t know why Mrs. Butterworth is racist, the name sounds more English. (stupid English pigdogs)
Then again when I first heard that Kapernick took a knee because he was black my first thought was, “He’s black?” He was from Cudahy WI (I used to live right by there). and I’d only seen one pic of him back then, no ‘fro or pulled back. I thought he’d looked more like a dark skinned Italian.
One drop of black blood makes you black. I seem to recall some people using that standard for years in the world. Can’t remember what happened to them.
well he WILL vote for Biden so…..
Something from the past that you hope doesn’t come back to haunt you is…
…that evening in doing shots of absinthe in Trebinika with a goatherd and a Cher impersonator.
Quite right I say. If it was actually Cher you might have been okay.
If the Cher impersonator had not been a transvestite he might’ve been OK.
Now I regret sharing such a personal story with the group.
Maybe, but are we sure Cher isn’t a transvestite from transexual Transylvania?
Bonos.
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Failed attempt at referring to both the old “Bo knows” commercials and the fact that Cher was once married to
Gregg AllmanSonny Bono.That’s Bonobos
No, really?
Maybe it was City Hall Autonomous Zone Bono.
I see what you did there!
Including him in with the other Riff Raff
… and you too.
I resemble that remark
Something from the past that you hope doesn’t come back to haunt you is…
…asking Paul Krugman for financial advice.
Something from the past that you hope doesn’t come back to haunt you is…
…not making my kids sign NDA’s before leaving to college.
…that flight over Macho Grande.
Over Macho Grande?
I’ll never be over Macho Grande.
Swearing I’d do anything for Randolph Scott.
…knocking off Epstein for the Clintons.
…getting involved in a high stakes ping pong game at some opium den in Ding Dang, Thailand.
… a certain powder blue double-knit leisure suit…
… the Spanish Inquisition…
I didn’t expect that.
… wearing a sarape and a large Mexican hat to play an alcalde in my sixth grade class play… the horror of unwarranted appropriation looms…
That night with the Vicious Chicken of Bristol… and a bottle of rum
Something From the Past That You Hope Doesn’t Come Back To Haunt You Is…
Bellbottoms.
Something From the Past That You Hope Doesn’t Come Back To Haunt You Is…
My 20s.
Humming the Twilight Zone theme while stampeding cattle through the Vatican. There went my Supreme Court nomination.
Maybe not.
Gingrichy!
That nice Mister Hilter.
All my arachnaphobic comments. And there were plenty of them.
I’ve lusted in my heart after women. I think I’ll devote my life to Habitrails For Humanity.
Sun. Magnifying glass. Ants. As a kid, I gots to know.
Army men. Firecracker. Ditto.
My stint as the Unknown Comic.
Shoulda been Gene Gene the Dancin’ Machine.
By the way, how was J. P. Morgan?
I thoroughly enjoyed, “The Star Wars Holiday Special”.
The time I went ballistic with Penny Benjamin.
…I started the whole canceling of blackface wearers movement to get a coal miner fired.
…I shot a fat man in Reno just to watch him diet.
…I almost covided my neighbors wife. Turns out they were only engaged.
I came, I saw I wondered who ate the donuts.