Language warning - I don't usually post warnings of this nature on my entries, but an innocent x365er may wander by.
When I was in grade two, a guy in grade seven named Brian gathered me and my friends together and made us chant “1,2,3, Bushnigger!”, which made Brian cackle with laughter and say 'Yes!' each time. The louder we screamed, the more he laughed. A grade seven girl named Melanie pulled me out the group and told me how disappointed she was with me. I asked what 'bushnigger' meant, but she refused to tell me.
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Whenever someone mentions the innocence of children, I snort. Innocence schminnocence.
When I was little I had a cat I named Beaner. I just thought it was cute, had no idea what it meant, and my parents would not explain it to me but made me choose a different name.
Noice. Good Apoc photos, Schmutzinode was just right, x365 an interesting idea. Trying to unplug myself from Crackbook. I read all the way down in one go. Now, on to Frau Schmutzie. (What the hell is a Beaner, anyway?)
A beaner, unless I'm wrong, is a nasty term for someone from Mexico, or maybe it applies to people who've come over the border. Marie? Am I right? Are you there?
Yes, you are correct. It's along the same lines as "Wetback."
Me and guys named Brian have never had a good history. When I was a little girl the neighborhood bully was named Brian (Skaggs...wherever he is). He went out of his way to taunt and torture all the little girls walking home from school. One afternoon, I had enough (I don't remember what he said), and I beat the shit out of him with my umbrella.
He never bothered me again, and from then on all the Brians I came into contact with were jerks.
Right on, Rebecca.
That's right. I stick it to The Man. Or The Brian, in this case.
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