Artist. Gamer. Designer. Sexy ebony goddess. Anywho the Countess has arrived at thy royal court, expect to find amongst this blog a bunch of my opinions on silly fandom shit, with the occasional serious business topic... I suppose. I'm not a computer activist, not a social justice warrior, and I don't have a constant vigilant on race relations, I really just do not care to immerse myself into that 24/7. So please just chill, if you at all plan to press the plus sign.
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I have yet to read “James and the Giant Peach” for this very reason. I seem to remember it being a required book to read waaaayyy back in elementary or middle school, but I didn’t do it.
I’m lucky in that you’ll be hardpressed to find the name Pamela in a grade school book, but that didn’t stop the slew of Pamela Anderson jokes. Like please my tits are normal sized and I’m black…couldn’t be Pam Grier or something?
Something funny about, the other day i actually thought about your name being Pam and Pam Grier being a Pam. I don’t remember the context though because I think it was just a random thought stream.
You were randomly thinking about how awesome it would be to see two sexy black chicks named Pamela kicking ass, of course.
Yeah…that…must’ve…been…it… … …kicking ass…
Does this help stir your memory? Can you believe there’s fucking Rule 34 of Pam Grier!? XD. I can only claim to be so honored.
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