‘When we are born, we are same same colour as you. Then our muddahs rub in bamboo cream, make us strong, and de bones, and the skin turn black.’ My arse. I was basically buttered by a large handed lady on the beach this afternoon, after trying to raise my travelling partner’s anti by entering […]
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If an ear-to-ear smiling tourist with fresh from the jumbo bleached white skin is to pass a fully locked-on bumster and dissuade them from prolonged nonsense-preaching they must simply follow the following rules: Never try to reason or use logical trains of thought in discussion with a bumster – reason never prevails as much as
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And in Gambia they are called bumsters. A good word to know in international street-personnel scrabble. Or hangman. With imaginative names like Lewis Armstrong (sic) ‘cos ahm playin the trumpet’, but with second names such as ‘Jimmy Fixer, because I’m allays fixin tings.’ they can reliably single out ginger deloriens and foist local goods and
