I had an African American friend when I was a kid. I used to spend the night at his house all the time. We'd play basketball. We watched TV. But mostly we played Nintendo. It's where I beat Super Mario Brothers for the first time. I spent the night there at least 20 times, and he only spent the night at my house once. His parents thought it was because my parents were racist. But the real reason I never invited him over- I didn't have a Nintendo.
I hope there is a God for the sake of all these religious people. They'd feel pretty embarrassed if they died and no one was there. Like the only kid dressed up at a costume party.
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