no lie

On the Westbank* today at Target, I parked, nestled between three SUVs with ubiquitous Islamic prayer stickers** on their back windows. The place was thronged with hijab clad housewives, their children running absolutely wild.

Walking toward me is a 6'4" black tranny*** dressed in Rodarte for Target**** sucking on a diet coke*****.

I exit the parking lot, only to see....walking past a new Pupuseria******, just past the Cao Daiist******* temple, an Amish family of three....in full regalia, I'm talking straw hats, bonnets, beards, the whole shebang******* seemingly making their way to Burlington Coat Factory.

* my sacred homeland (suburban New Orleans)


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*****(sacred drink of my homeland)

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