Dear Fourth-Lady-in-Hijab-in-Target-Tonight,
I realize that my furtive glances in your direction made you nervous, and undoubtedly...and understandably... led you to think that I am a horrible racist xenophobe, but I promise you I am not.
I assure you I was not staring at your hijab.
I was simply trying to get a better look at your smoking-hot husband.
Sorry.
Sincerely,
j.
RUPAUL’S DRAG RACE ALL STARS: Tell Me Something Good
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One queen makes a shocking return as another queen makes a shocking exit
after a fairly decent main challenge and the epic lip sync we’ve been
waiting fo...
2 comments:
oh good, we need another international crisis.
Geez - ain't that the story of my life?
Out here in the Sandlands, at least, the wives are so busy looking at the jewelry stores that they don't notice if you ogle the spousal goods...
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