If you ask for "Liquorice Mustard" in San Francisco, I'm afraid you're going to wake up in bed wearing a ball gag with three pillows under your crotch and your ass in the air feeling like it's been violated by a cement truck.
If you ask for "Liquorice Mustard" in San Francisco, I'm afraid you're going to wake up in bed wearing a ball gag with three pillows under your crotch and your ass in the air feeling like it's been violated by a cement truck.
Terminology tends to vary depending on which community you're in. Some prefer African-American, people of color, black, etc.
Smokey Robinson and my uncle are similar in that neither of them were born in Africa and neither of them want to go to Africa, so why the hell are you going to call them African-American? They prefer black, if you have to put it in a category.
Although that is pretty cool, I wouldn't really want to live in a giant rubik's cube. While everyone is complaining about the snow... We are having a pretty Shit summer so far.