Definition of oblivious white male privilege: wishing you hadn’t heard about all those women that Bill Cosby raped, instead of wishing Bill Cosby hadn’t raped all those women.
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Okay, I work for an MBE and had a conversation about Bill Cosby rape with my boss last week. ToTD is stalking me.
In my defense, they have put my picture up in every Foot Locker within a hundred miles.
Also, we are at least six months from me breaking into your home and smelling your things/bothering your pets.
Well, there you go. I get my shoes at Caldor (Voits, if you’re wondering.) You can have your way with the cats.
Seriously though: What the fuck, Bill Cosby?
I didn’t say anything about kitty sexytimes. You inferred that and, quite frankly, I resent it. How dare you?
(I would probably touch one or both of their buttholes, but just out curiosity.”
Yeah, it’s beyond being a secret drunk or banging everything that moves: it’s monstrous behavior.
Can you dredge up some footage of an assailant tossing a marmot into Cosby’s bathtub and biting off his pudding pop? Photoshopped is fine.
I paint my pictures with words, and the spirit of Mickey.
But, you know: I accept all gifts.
Obviously you’re not a golfer.
O.K., so we’ll just go with the mental image of the marmot and pudding pop.