Like every male that ever existed, Tyrone gets on my nerves. Not all the time, just a lot of the time. Usually I just tell him to shut up, he'll reply with one of the three following
"F*** you, white lady!"
"You're racist!"
"It's because I am black, isn't it?"
I have grown used to this, figuring it just comes with the territory of being in an interracial relationship. So why should I assume that the other night would be any different?
Tyrone: *humming the FANDANGO tune from WWE*
Me: Shut up! That's annoying!
Tyrone: *keeps humming it*
Me: Seriously! Stop
Tyrone:......YO MOMMA! *walks away*
Apparently we still live in the '90's. Whatever works I suppose. Most of the time, I don't know if it is just because he likes to hear himself talk, or if he legit likes to get the last word in. I don't really know if I'll ever find out.
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