So earlier today, I sat down to eat lunch, and I looked down to notice that my long sleeves were pulled up to my elbows. I started freaking out, thinking, “What in the world? How did they get up here?” I was very confused, because I did not recall pulling my sleeves up there. I fretted for several seconds, and then I realized: It’s not that big of a deal.
Liz: Aunt Jemima’s breasts are too big. She has the potential of giving young girls a negative body image.
Mary: You mean the real one or the fake one?
Liz: …because there is a real Aunt Jemima…
Mary: …What if she does exist… *whimsically looks off into distance, much like Princess Diana*
So in conclusion, I wish I were Gwen Stefani, so I could have a posse of Asian chicks following me around everywhere I go. No, I wish I was one of the Asian chicks following Gwen around. With my own sub-posse of Asian chicks. No, black girls. For diversity.
lawl