I Hate Queens Uncles
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"QUEENS UNCLES could be here," he thought. "I've never been to this barbecue before. There could be QUEENS UNCLES anywhere." The cool wind felt good against his bare chest. "I HATE QUEENS UNCLES" he thought. Nigga Nigga Nigga reverberated the entire bus, making it pulsate even as the shoplifted wine circulated through his powerful thick veins and washed away his (merited) fear of family members of unknown race. "With a bus fare card, you can go anywhere" he said to himself, out loud.