That "please nuke my country" really speaks to me~
Begging to my American Master to nuke my country is a point so low that horrifies me as well as excites me I've come to accept and welcome the humiliations my country has faced under American oppression, but I'm not still there... Yet~
Why do I always have to spend lunch break getting passed around the staff room? First the 'special uniform', then forced to get these tattoos, now this? What's next!?
"You can tell me the truth white boys~ I don't mind if you stare at my phat squigger ass all day, as long as there aren't any brownies staring either!~"
"You can tell me the truth white boys~ I don't mind if you stare at my phat squigger ass all day, as long as there aren't any brownies staring either!~"