Racism

Black Rose said:
Am I the only one who truly couldn't understand a word of the second one?
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The customer asked for french fries thinking she's in Burger King, employee politely explains she's in Taco Bell where they don't sell french fries, the customer goes full ballistic accusing the employee of racism.
 
valcik said:
The customer asked for french fries thinking she's in Burger King, employee politely explains she's in Taco Bell where they don't sell french fries, the customer goes full ballistic accusing the employee of racism.
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Maybe she was illiterate? Either way, Taco Bell is nasty. No offense to Taco Bell goers.
 
AureliusofPhoenix said:
O... oh. I don’t even know what to say about that tbh
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Btw Fazer is a very 'esteemed' and traditional Finnish sweets/chocolate company, and they only stopped using Laku Pekka in licorice wrappings etc. in 2008, so very recently. In some ways we are a very backward nation. We are in the eastern Europe, and eastern Europe is a sketchy region in many ways. Valcik knows this, Zegh might have a vague idea about it, and the Swedes. Hass thinks he knows but in reality he doesn't know.

zegh8578 said:
I once fed a little piece of ham to a wasp
It took it in its tiny lil jaws, and flew away

:)
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Last summer I was at home and made a hot dog. As soon as I placed it on the table, a wasp took off from the ceiling and landed directly on the 'wiener' of the hot dog. They know meat. They like it. They prefer it. If you're running away from like a hive/swarm of wasps flying towards you, start throwing sausages or wieners or knackwursts or something and they might let you live.

Africanized bees. That's right, I'm segueing this back on topic like a mofo. Toront, be careful.

 
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MutantScalper said:
Btw Fazer is a very 'esteemed' and traditional Finnish sweets/chocolate company, and they only stopped using Laku Pekka in licorice wrappings etc. in 2008, so very recently. In some ways we are a very backward nation.



Last summer I was at home and made a hot dog. As soon as I placed it on the table, a wasp took off from the ceiling and landed directly on the 'wiener' of the hot dog. They know meat. They like it. They prefer it. If you're running away from like a hive/swarm of wasps flying towards you, start throwing sausages or wieners or knackwursts or something and they might let you live.
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I'll remember this for the upcoming summer.
 
We still have the "Sarotti Mohr":
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It used to be a bit more, uh, blatant.
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The Sarotti Mohr used to be more black even in its more stylized variant. Antiracism erases black icons, ironically.
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Me and a friend once walked through nearby woods, we were teens, and one sudden moment my friend sortof steps down into something, like a stairway-step down into the ground. From there on, my brain just went into instinct-overdrive, I saw a black cloud explode from the ground, coupled with the sound of massive buzzing. There were no thoughts, I just turned and ran, and I actually remember feeling the wind on my face while hearing the buzzing behind me.
I could hear my friend utter a kind of Daffy Duck-ish "woooo ho ho ho ho!", far away from me. I had headed up the trail, back to the neighborhood, and as soon as I exited the trees, the swarm stopped following me. I couldn't believe, I had outrun a hornet swarm, or "ground wasps" as we call them here.
My friend emerged some minutes later, doing the Peter Griffin-routine, "hissssss, ihhhh, haaaaah, oooohhhh, hissssss!" - he had been stung all over. There were wasps still tangled in his wooly sweatter, stinging him repeatedly. Had he been allergic, that woulda been it for him, death by bug. But, he was fine, so I laaaughed and I laaaughed
 
zegh8578 said:
Me and a friend once walked through nearby woods, we were teens, and one sudden moment my friend sortof steps down into something, like a stairway-step down into the ground. From there on, my brain just went into instinct-overdrive, I saw a black cloud explode from the ground, coupled with the sound of massive buzzing. There were no thoughts, I just turned and ran, and I actually remember feeling the wind on my face while hearing the buzzing behind me.
I could hear my friend utter a kind of Daffy Duck-ish "woooo ho ho ho ho!", far away from me. I had headed up the trail, back to the neighborhood, and as soon as I exited the trees, the swarm stopped following me. I couldn't believe, I had outrun a hornet swarm, or "ground wasps" as we call them here.
My friend emerged some minutes later, doing the Peter Griffin-routine, "hissssss, ihhhh, haaaaah, oooohhhh, hissssss!" - he had been stung all over. There were wasps still tangled in his wooly sweatter, stinging him repeatedly. Had he been allergic, that woulda been it for him, death by bug. But, he was fine, so I laaaughed and I laaaughed
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You're a terrible friend, zegh. Ha ha!
 
I wouldn't agree to that. You would be surprised how much racism has been supported by academia, research and actually highly educated people in the past, like 100-150 years ago. There was a whole chapter in science that was dedicated to seperating humans in different races to speak so. Of course, more evidence and better research keept pilling up and so scientists had to change their view on this. But a lot of intelligent people have been racists and a lot of the Nazis behind the Holocaust have been intelligent.

Don't believe, that racism is just a thing for 'stupid' people.
 
zegh8578 said:
Me and a friend once walked through nearby woods, we were teens, and one sudden moment my friend sortof steps down into something, like a stairway-step down into the ground. From there on, my brain just went into instinct-overdrive, I saw a black cloud explode from the ground, coupled with the sound of massive buzzing. There were no thoughts, I just turned and ran, and I actually remember feeling the wind on my face while hearing the buzzing behind me.
I could hear my friend utter a kind of Daffy Duck-ish "woooo ho ho ho ho!", far away from me. I had headed up the trail, back to the neighborhood, and as soon as I exited the trees, the swarm stopped following me. I couldn't believe, I had outrun a hornet swarm, or "ground wasps" as we call them here.
My friend emerged some minutes later, doing the Peter Griffin-routine, "hissssss, ihhhh, haaaaah, oooohhhh, hissssss!" - he had been stung all over. There were wasps still tangled in his wooly sweatter, stinging him repeatedly. Had he been allergic, that woulda been it for him, death by bug. But, he was fine, so I laaaughed and I laaaughed
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I remember I got stung by a wasp as a kid, and when I smacked it it was twitching on the ground; used my dads blowtorch to finish it off.

They say kids are cruel, but they don’t truly understand what that means till you’re seeing them laugh at their wasp-swarmed friend and overkill insects.
 
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