Showing posts with label embarrassing stories from my youth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label embarrassing stories from my youth. Show all posts

Friday, February 15, 2008

Contrary to public opinion, I do not hate Black History Month.





That is not true. I love Black History. George Washington Carver! And that guy who invited stoplights! Go Black History!

Also, my mother always likes to tell this story about when I was in Kindergarten and how I was supposed to color a picture of Martin Luther King, Jr. and I used a black crayon instead of a brown one. She thinks it's adorable and represents the innocence of a five year old who takes "black" literally. So maybe I do subconsciously hate Black History Month because it reminds me of being an idiot.

Update:



WHY ARE YOU ALL TURNING AGAINST ME?