by Jack Tupp, Guest BloggerI'm a fair guy. I don't judge people by color. My best friend is Phthalo Green. I dated a Cerulean Blue chick once. Heck, I'm part Vermilion on my grandfather's side and people always ask me if I'm part Mauve, so don't go calling me a bigot.
Magentas don't know their place. They're dumb as corks, but we're supposed to act like they're all smart. They have no class. And we're supposed to pretend like they're all the Queen of England!. Ever been around a bunch of them? You can just tell they're up to no good.
People call me names like "paranoid" and "dumb," but the truth is, I tell it like it is. I'm not gonna pretend they're normal.. I mean, look at them. Listen to their stupid "music" or take a whiff of that crap they call food.
Then people say stuff like "Well, the Brain Surgeon at Station Hospital is Magenta and he's world famous."
But I know better. Everyone's all political correct so they'll pretend a Magenta Brain surgeon is okay . So now we have a Magenta guy carving up brains! Is that crazy or what?
Wha.. what's that? You're part Magenta? No you're not... ...really,,,?
...Heh, of course I didn't mean all Magentas. Just, you know, the annoying ones. The loud ones. The ones with bad attitudes,
Hey! Don't up and leave. Geez. That's the problem with you Magentas. You're too sensitive!