Hey, it’s me, Tanner. Everyone always calls me a racist, and I don’t get it.
They say I use “slurs” and talk about non-white people in a “derogatory manner.”
Well I’ve got a question for you, snowflakes. If I was really a racist, why would I have no problem using women of all races as vessels for my sexual pleasure?
Seriously, think about it.
I don’t discriminate at all when it comes to the women I bang. White, black, Hispanic, Asian, doesn’t matter! As long as you’re hot and put out, I couldn’t care less about the color of your skin.
As long as you’re hot and put out, I couldn’t care less about the color of your skin.
Would a true racist say that?
I know it’s cliche, but I’d even go as far as to say I don’t see color in any broad that’s trying to get this D. No matter what your ancestral heritage is, I will happily reduce your worth to an inanimate sexual object that I’ll treat and discard like perishable food, and then brag about my dehumanizing exploits to my homogenous group of like-minded friends.
I love diversity— diversity in pussy!
Does that really sound like the thought process of a racist?
Not at all, right?
Oh, so now you’re calling me sexist?