Don’t tell Zoe, but despite what he’s posted here, Hal Briston doesn’t actually fuck sheep! :eek: The damnable liar.
Hey, I haven’t had a French class in 14 years.
*Nitpique? *
I am neither lavender nor blue but rather mostly pinkish beige with a few dark brown and green parts.
This…this uh…um…I…uh…
DID ZOE SERIOUSLY FUCKING THINK THAT ONE-DROP ACTUALLY MEANT ONE DROP OF BLACK PERSON’S BLOOD CIRCULATING IN A WHITE PERSON’S BLOOD STREAM???
I mean I read and re-read the thread, thinking I had missed a reference or I had somehow taken things out of context. I made sure all the bases were covered, made sure I read all the relevant links, and read Zoe’s responses when presented with this information.
She seems to think it’s possible for somebody’s race to change if they take a blood donation from a race other than their own. And, and, and, that southern belles with curly hair were thought of as inferior to southern belles with straight hair, because curly hair implies having a black ancestor. Or they swallowed a drop of black blood and POOF! Race change. My, how the debutante balls of the Old South must have been TAINTED with the news that their ice tea had been poisoned with Hattie’s paper-sliced finger droppings.
Non merci, je ne suis pas R. Kelly.
Green parts?
Le snort
Je dois partir maintenant parce que ma grandmטre est flambיe.
My eyes are green.
Although lately they’ve been showing up with more blue flecks leading me to think they’re turning hazel.
That’s just silly, bears don’t retire they hibernate.
My two semesters of college French are pretty rusty, are you ordering coffee with or without urine?
I’m really Mr. Robert Green of the Royal Nigerian Mining Company Ltc. I have US$ 150 million to transfer to your account, but first I need your full name, address, bank account, passport number, shoe size. And - if you are a woman - cup size too.
Congratulations!!! And thank you for being a user of the World Wide Web.
Sincerely,
Robert Green
Mining Financial Coordinator
Actually-we still don’t know WHAT the hell she was trying to say in that thread.
Mr. Green, I’m still waiting for the money you were going to transfer into my account. I need it more than ever now, because for some reason my account is now empty and my credit has been ruined, so please hurry!
The 419 scam I can live with, but for perversion such as this I condemn thee to hell!
No, what she was trying to impress upon us was that the so-called one drop rule was not really enforced because there’s no way you can test for one drop of African blood. No such technology existed, you see. Humans have 6 quarts of blood and 1/8 of that is NOT A DROP! It’s a lie to portray things in any other way.
And also, back in the day, curly-haired Southern belles were accepted as white even though they were really black (isn’t that obvious, yall?), and not only were they not persecuted but they were imitated like crazy by other belles (curling irons, hello??) Ergo, the one-drop rule wasn’t really enforced and it’s a lie to portray things in any other way.
Hope that clears things up.
You know how sometimes a mother, firm in her conviction that she’s made the right decision, will let a child rail and cry and complain as much as they want? And the mother is present for and acknowledges the child’s complaints without even considering changing her mind?
I think that’s what Zoe considers her role to be in this thread. She is firm in her convictions. She’ll read what everyone has to say, but in the end, all she’ll do is acknowledge having read them.
Eventually we’ll get bored or tired and give it up. And Zoe will sail on, righteous as ever, having nobly heard our complaints while never once considering that she was in the wrong.
Run along and play now, kids.
As a person who was intimately involved in those threads, I’m begging you: Please don’t go there. Please. I’m still having flashbacks, okay? I have to lie down if I see a coffee commercial and hear “Good to the last drop.” That’s how bad it was. Trust me when I say you don’t really want to know. TRUSTME.
Well, duh. That’s what stupid people do. Luckily, such behavior allows the rest of us to readily identify them. It’s win-win.
I prefer without, but à chacun son goût.
Oh, and imbued with the overformality that French seems to deserve, my translation would be would you like a cup of the coffee into which I have just urinated?