Over the weekend, I learned that my aunt has a racist dog. It got upset when some workers in the area were playing music in Spanish. My aunt got curious and told her son to speak Portuguese to the dog. The dog was really upset about that, too. The dog had no tolerance for differences. I guess it's time for a little diversity training for animals.
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- Jill Footey
- I'm a 3000 pound muscular woman with purple hair, a love for hula-hooping, and a passion for crispy pickles. I do occasionally cry over spilled milk, which should explain the picture.
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