You guys, is my number written down somewhere in a very public place? Because let me tell you, SWPL has it. Uh, my number that is. Actually, that kind of fell apart upon delivery but...whatever! Stuff White People Like is pissing me off! Everything they say applies to me, and I feel that this is a serious invasion of my privacy.
The fact that I am, in fact, a White Person is giving me an inferiority complex! And then I'm getting a superiority complex about having an inferiority complex! GOD!
Stuff White People Like, you've got too far. I could deal with the Wes Anderson dig (#10). I even made peace with being a Girl With Bangs (#104). I have accepted the fact that 74 of the 123 entries applied either directly or indirectly to my everyday life, and the other 49 made an unsettling, oddly reflexive sense to me.
But now...now you're hitting me where I live and, like most White People, that makes me very uncomfortable. You need to get out of my well-manicured backyard, located directly in the heart of an up and coming neighbourhood, or I will assault your senses with some clever deadpan humor and go back to reading the Onion and watching the Daily Show.
You hear that Stuff White People Like? I AM GOING TO CORRECT YOUR GRAMMAR.
Stuff White People Like, you are the wolf at the door and I shall NOT let you in. Wait, what's this? What the...#101: Being Offended.
That's it, Stuff White People Like. Literary feud= ON. Good day to you, sir.
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I SAID GOOD DAY.
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