^^^ Call all the names you want. It won't matter. No matter what you say, no matter how clever you think you are, you're still Coloured.
I'm guessing your cute pics came from the "Down Low" file on your harddrive. Good for you, boy.
A Redneck hillybilly that loves Tanned white women calling me colored. When you go out in the Sun, you're Red. When you're cold, you turn Blue. When you're scared, you turn Yellow. When you're sick, you turn Green. And when you die, you turn Gray. You fucking paint by numbers genius! You couldn't better show me how ignorant you are, if I had written the script myself.
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