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That Sun Thing...
Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow.
Question: why do the British go insane at the slightest hint of sun? Why did my friends, family and I feel it was such a good idea to sit outside in that baking hot sun wearing that lethal tanning oil?
WHY when my skin is pale and sensitive and all English rose-y? Am lobster, yo.
My life iz ruined oh noes, etc.
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as all 4 parents are meeting on a yacht in the blearing sun of las vegas, the white mother wearily exclaims with margarita in hand...
"...cant you see the white people are melting out here?"
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