Oh, c’mon! I need to put my foot down.
“People who appreciate a good deal need a Garcia, too. I’m Wal-Mart Garcia.”
Nice how you put effort into the name.
“Don’t you creativity-shame me!”
Not a thing.
“I had a terrible education.”
Where’d you go to school?
Sure. Get out.
“I will tutor you, Wal-Mart Garcia.”
Fuck this shit.
“My lessons will be direct. We will write in the morning. We will do dangerous activities in the afternoon. Then, the drink.”
And you are?
“That man’s not half the Garcia I am, Wal-Mart Garcia.”
I don’t understand this storyline at all.
“Join with me, and we will wear hats.”
“Oh, hello. Have we been introduced?”
Okay, that’s enough. Every white guy with a beard and a book or two to his name isn’t a Garcia.
“Who are you calling white, sir?”
“Garcias come in all colors, shapes, and sizes.”
One size, really.
“To deny that one is a Garcia is to deny one is a man!”
Fine, whatever: you’re a Garcia.
OH, COME ON.
“You have a problem with my name?”
A bit on the nose, isn’t it?
“Don’t tell me what my name is. Don’t tell me what to do. I was born a slave and I wrote a book. You’ve been white all your life. Where’s your book?”
FUCK YOU, FREDERICK DOUGLAS!
“FUCK YOU, WHITE BOY!”
Can we not do this?
He started it.
No. No, he didn’t There’s no “he.”
Please stop doing this bit. It’s weird and no one likes it.
Some people like it.
They’re wrong to do so.