Ah ain' nebber seed nuffin lahk dat, sho nuff.
Wait, hold up, hold up -- did y'all remember that there is a minstrel show in Little Town on the Prairie? And that this minstrel show features Pa (and five other town leaders) in blackface, doing darkie jokes and singing darkie songs in darkie voices? And that everybody in the whole goddamn town thinks this show -- the climax of an entire winter's worth of Friday night Literaries -- is the best funniest most awesome and hilarious thing in their whole fucking lives?
Because there is.
And I, being slightly hung over, very tired, and decidedly not in the mood to explain cracker-ass racist fuckery at 7:15 on a Sunday morning, skipped -- for now-- the several pages devoted to its description, Shatner help me.
Because there is.
And I, being slightly hung over, very tired, and decidedly not in the mood to explain cracker-ass racist fuckery at 7:15 on a Sunday morning, skipped -- for now-- the several pages devoted to its description, Shatner help me.
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posted by Gleemonex at 1:06 PM
2 Comments:
...and don't ever go back (at least for several more years or until you can figure out how to explain something like this). which book are you on? i need to re-read this series.
Little Town on the Prairie -- and omg yes, you need to reread. They are wonderful, occasional cracker-ass racist fuckery aside. :-)
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