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:;Top Three Most Annoying Drunken Questions::

Theres no such thing as a dumb question. Only annoying, pointless, usually slurred next to me while standing at a bar waiting for a drink questions.
So. I thought I’d go ahead and answer them now. Please bookmark this blog in case you ever meet me one day and I walk away from you smiling with none of your questions answered.

1. What are you?
A woman. Pretty complicated. Some daddy issues I would imagine. Music enthusiast. Obsessed with fashion. Oh? You meant my RACE? Well if you want to know my RACE then ask me what my ethnic background is. Or just my ethnicity. Or something creative, like “you have a very exotic look, I cant quite figure out what race you are.” NOT “yo what are you.”
See Also: “you whatchu mixed wit cuz I know you aint white.”

2. What do you do for fun?
Spelunking. Dumpster diving. Drive-bys. I mean really? Could that question be any broader? Ole generic just sayin shit to hear yourself speak ass. Put some creativity into it!

3. Why are you still single?
Im apparently a frigid sexual partner with no cooking abilities and the propensity to set wardrobes on fire any given Sunday. Shit. I don’t know negro. But I know why you are. Breath mints save lives, and make babies smile. Try one. Or three.
See Also: “You where ya man at shawty”, or “You way too fine to not be married.”

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