TheBreeze
06-18-2010, 06:39 PM
Hi everyone. This is my first post other than my introduction. I think its fitting that I start by telling the story of how I came to despise the nigger animal. I grew up in a small northern town where there are absolutely zeo niggers (I hated it then but now it seems like heaven on earth). I was subjected to a leiberal horseshit eduction where I was taught that niggers were underprivilaged so naturally nothing was their fault. Since I barely knew what a nigger was, I believed this crock of shit. Around the age of 20 I moved south and immedietly befriended a nigger who lived across the street. After several months of just hangin out and participating in nigger activities, it became apparrent that this beast was only interested in using my car and other things that I had and it didn't, since of course I had a job and it didn't. I could go on for hours about my dealings with this ape but instead I'll just cut to the chase.
One night I drove across the street to pick it up. I parked my car outside its house and a whole care full of jigs pulled up behind me and turned their lights off. I kept my eye on them and waited for my baboon "friend" to leave its apartment. It came down the stairs and a little coon, probably about 16, hopped out of the car with its hand under its shirt and walked up to my "friend" and said, "yo yo yo mayne yo yo yo nigger what up yo yo". The nigger I had been waiting for jumped in the front seat of my car and yelled "drive dawg drive". The next thing I heard was "pop pop pop pop". I kid you not this animal was close enough to my car to rest its hand on it. It emptied its 10 round clip and missed its target with every shot from point blank range. In fact, out of 10 rounds, only three even hit the car. This was probably due to the fact that it held its pistol sideways and danced a little jig while shooting at us. Believe me it sounds alot funnier than it actually was. The animal who I had befriended went to prison on other outstanding charges a week later. I called the cops to report the incident and the nigger affirmative action cop refused to even take a statement. I havn't spoken to a nigger since unless absolutely necessary. I hope someone who has made the poor decision to become friends with a worthless nigger reads this and realizes the error of his ways. The moral of the story is that niggers may be animals but they do not make good pets.
One night I drove across the street to pick it up. I parked my car outside its house and a whole care full of jigs pulled up behind me and turned their lights off. I kept my eye on them and waited for my baboon "friend" to leave its apartment. It came down the stairs and a little coon, probably about 16, hopped out of the car with its hand under its shirt and walked up to my "friend" and said, "yo yo yo mayne yo yo yo nigger what up yo yo". The nigger I had been waiting for jumped in the front seat of my car and yelled "drive dawg drive". The next thing I heard was "pop pop pop pop". I kid you not this animal was close enough to my car to rest its hand on it. It emptied its 10 round clip and missed its target with every shot from point blank range. In fact, out of 10 rounds, only three even hit the car. This was probably due to the fact that it held its pistol sideways and danced a little jig while shooting at us. Believe me it sounds alot funnier than it actually was. The animal who I had befriended went to prison on other outstanding charges a week later. I called the cops to report the incident and the nigger affirmative action cop refused to even take a statement. I havn't spoken to a nigger since unless absolutely necessary. I hope someone who has made the poor decision to become friends with a worthless nigger reads this and realizes the error of his ways. The moral of the story is that niggers may be animals but they do not make good pets.