Don’t let your President get your ass whooped shirt, guy tee, sweat shirt
- 5.3 oz., pre-shrunk 100% cotton
- Ash is 99/1 cotton/polyester
- Double-needle stitched neckline, bottom hem and sleeves
- Seven-eighths inch seamless collar
- Shoulder-to-shoulder taping
So apparently my neighbour thought I moved because I’m never home and just just said to me “I thought you finally moved to a place with your kind of people.” Yea. Thanks tRump for making the racists bold again. Hope you have a nice day with Don’t let your President get your ass whooped shirt
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The Flag is a symbol of our nation being together, free, and as one. The military protects our great nation and the flag since its a symbol of our nation. Now! Once it became unsafe to be young and black in America our nation and flag was tarnished. You can’t be mad at people for peaceful protest. I guess people would rather them protest through their neighborhoods or around 5:00 through downtown. I hear LETS MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! When was it ever great for Gays, Jews, African Americans, Hispanics, Native Indians, or Middle Eastern. I love what my country could become but in the same breathe I know we never been great but we can be. Thanks you for loving Don’t let your President get your ass whooped shirt.
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If you say something I find offensive I take no issue blocking you and never acknowledging you again. Thanks to my parents I grew up in fairly decent neighborhoods with diverse demographics, but make no mistake about it I’m black as hell and so are these hands. It’s easy to sit behind a screen and talk wreckless. But moment you bring a kid into this and post pics of someone’s kids and say they’re on their way to going to prison when they get older. That’s when it’s time to come from behind them screens and catch these hands. Don’t let your President get your ass whooped shirt.
Dear White People: Don’t ever fix your lips to ask a black person “Are you out your cotton pickin mind?”. You may get your teefs knocked out when you get to the letter “c.” Carry on.