Imagine there's a race of people called customers. Now imagine you're a huge racist.
He isn't a fungi.
Because people are dying to get in there.
They like to express the right to bear arms.
Me: Steak, please. W: How would you like that cooked M: By anyone other than my wife
Too much work.
Here's 10 reasons why I should get the job "ok" Number 7 will shock you "You're hired"
The Boston Marathon Bombing ended a race.
I don't see color I see race
His customers lost interest in him.
Because non of the customers are ever comfortable with the idea of buying a house with a Hawk in the closet.
Because every time he saw a street pole he imagined two pies.
Imagine...*You* Being God, the Lord, Him... But imagine us.
