The U.S. Customs office is donating seized designer counterfeit clothes to the victims of hurricane Katrina.
The refugees will now be covered in Tommy Hilfiger, Yves St. Laurent, Chanel, and BCBG carrying Coach Bags and treading on Dolce and Gabbanas.
They’ll all look so stylish.
And that’s the problem.
With all those upwardly-mobile-looking peeps running around the Gulf Coast, how the hell will the aid workers be able to figure out who the rich ones are?
How will we know who to rescue now?
Thank god we can still tell the difference between the white ones and the black ones, huh? Otherwise the entire search and rescue campaign could go south and quick.
Oh, satire.
White/Black, white/black, another tragedy has been boiled down to its most idiotic denominator.
Won’t anyone think of the Latinos?
Fun Fact: Tanya and I went over to our friends Rachel and Keith’s house this weekend for a BBQ. A wonderful time was had by all.
That is, until they served me mixed nuts consisting of nothing but peanuts and forced us all to watch their wedding video.
Hey, we were at the wedding! We lived it! I wrestled an undead butterfly at that thing. I can’t forget that. Mostly because my therapist won’t let me repress it.
Sheesh. Some people.
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