Mammie watched the talking heads yak about the afterlife on The 700 Club while she methodically scrubbed the kitchen linoleum floor: it gave her hope to think she'd have a better life someday.
"'Dis here scrubbin' shit, it be fo' de birds" she thought while using a putty knife to remove a particularly stubborn bit of excrement; it was while removing her step-daughter's effluvia that she noticed its odd, greenish / gray color.
"Chile, get yo' ass over here and tells me why 'dis be colored."
Karen tore herself away from her computer, musing "I and I bes' not fo'get to attaches some crotch shots to dese emails to mah 'sino friends: dey truly is my money shots."
"What be yo problem, Mammie?"
"I has no problem, girl, but maybe you does...come look at dis and tells me why it be greenish / gray."
Karen sashayed over and studied the crusty excrement, noting for the record its odd coloration.
"I and I dunno mammie, could it be 'cause we is colored peoples?"
With that Karen laughed so hard she dropped to the floor, dropped her drawers and let loose a deuce.
Thoughts of angels with trumpets flooded mammie's mind as she kept scrubbing, secure in the knowledge that somewhere, someday, some how she'd finally be happy.
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