I went to a BBQ the other night

One of my hostelmates from Melbourne was up here and invited me to his friend’s place, this German guy. After hanging out for a couple hours, he, the German, started taking the piss, saying that it was so stereotypically funny that I, the black American, would bring chicken. To which I responded, “I’m surprised you even have time to do this. Don’t you have another concentration camp to build?”

There is an old and treasured saying among the people of my culture:
Don’t start nothin’; won’t be nothin’.



He kissed me at the end of the night, so I don’t think he was too offended.

About J.

A former twentysomething with a head full of curls and heart full of questions wondering: when we get to nirvana, will there be food?
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2 Responses to I went to a BBQ the other night

  1. violetjoie says:

    I laugh very loud at your comeback response.

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