Poor Dave Chappelle ... and a rough day of pricks

I'm doing the unthinkable and watching Oprah. Gross. But I'm only watching cuz I want to hear what happened to Dave Chappelle. For the last 50 minutes, I listened to him dodge and duck and blame everyone else. I'm still waiting for him to say what happened - his disappearance, the $50 million contract, the allegations of cracking or drugs, etc. According to him, none of this is true. First he left because he felt like he was contributing to racism in America. Then he left because of the pressure of having so much money. Now he says he left because he didn't want to wear a dress in a skit. Poor fuckin Dave Chappelle. I've lost a lot of respect. Now he says he wants to come back IF he can give half of his money to charity. Puke.

By the way, the most infuriating part of this show is the spontaneous love the all-white housewife audience has for him. I know for a fact not a single one of them has ever heard OF Dave Chappelle, let alone heard him. If they had, they would be disgusted. Sometimes I hate American society.

Listening to poor Dave makes my problems seem insignificant. After all, I only had a dopplar ultrasound to find deadly blood clots, a staph infection swab, an EKG, and no less than five pin pricks for more blood draws. All in one morning with a broken hip and a healing replacement. Fuck you Chappelle.

Physically: 7.0 // Mentally 7.5