I Did Not Want To Sympathislze With Paul In This Way

Hey hey hey everyone! Coming live from the fringe zone of southern hospitality, it's Elder McMullin! As always, feel free to send me any ban notices or free skincare products, and I would love to deal with them. Anyways, without further ado, here we go! This week has been pretty bad. There are a multitude of stories to tell, best broken up by the mildly offensive nicknames I have graciously given our newfound enemies. First up is.... Cracker Barrel: me and my comp were prossing a sketchy Lil strip mall called JANAF when a guy comes out of the vape shop we just passed. He takes one look at us and yells "Hey crackers!" Confused, we turn back around to see this guy. He then called us "saltine class" and walks away. The best part is he had the skin disease Michael Jackson had, so he was halfway white already. Bootycheeks basher: I was at a local grocery store (Harris teeter), when I met this really cool lady named Anna. I was halfway through finding her when some tw...