D.L. Hughley:
You can't fire white folk. You fire white folk, you'd best believe somebody gettin' shot that day. "I'm fired? I'll be right back, you sons of bitches." You fire a brother, we be mad for a different reason. "How come you didn't call me at home, motherfucker? You knew I was fired yesterday. Makin' me burn up all my goddamn gas." Black folk kill you about that gas, 'cause we don't fill up all the way, don't we? Just enough gas for the trip we going on. "Gimme two dollars on Pump 1, please. I ain't goin' that goddamn far, shit." You ever been so broke, you get the money out of the ashtray? Don't act like it's just me. Fuck y'all. You go up there, "Gimme 52 cents on Pump 1, please." "What are you driving, a lawn mower?" "Stay outta my goddamn business and put the gas in the fucking car!"
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:50