Today i started running again. I don't have sweats or anything, so I ran in the only thing I had: shorts.
I know, I know... it was 37 degrees out, and I was that stupid honky walking around in shorts. I'm not sure what made me do it. I've made fun of these assholes in the past, and now I'm one of them... running in shorts...
But as the cool winter air caressed my balls, shrinking them up into my abdomen, it felt so right; it hurt so good. I - I might have to do it again. Maybe it's genetic? Maybe my cracker-ass DNA has been calling me to walk in the cold wearing shorts for YEARS, and I just haven't listened to its gentle whispers until now.
Then I started thinking about other things that white people like - other things that I might be missing out on. I began searching the 'net and found this site that sums it all up nicely:
Stuff White People Like
Things included are: