Odin88
05-31-2008, 03:18 AM
"Dis sheet take dem stains right out....."
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A few years back I lived in a small town in rural North Dakota. The house was very old and large. I was taking my dog Sam up front to let him out to do his thing. I open the front door and theres this gangbanger looking nigger standing there. Now my first impression was that I was about to get shot. Because A: This was a small farm community as white as fucking Mayberry. B: It was well known that I am a skinhead and I thought some city nigger had come to blow me away. C: He immediately said "yo check dis out" and reached into his coat....
Instead of a pistol he pulls out a spray bottle with no markings. It looked like it contained some yellowish liquid. (I thought it was either piss or malt liquor.)
He starts out with "I heard 'bout yo crapet" (carpet) Now its 8am, I am still drunk from the night before, the dog is going apeshit, I am standing in shorts and a fucking Hitler t-shirt and its cold as hell with a babbling nigger on my step talking about my goddamn carpet. Odd fucking situation.
I say " What the fuck are you talking about?" So nigger says "Dem people dat usa lib here had 'bout fo dogs and shit. Da carpet all fucked up. From dogs pissin and shit. Dis shit here, you cain't find dis in de sto' Dis shit scrait from fuckin Chitown baby. Take dem stain right out."
Ok. Hmmmm.... By now the dog is just about ready to eat through the leash so he can eat the nigger- seriously, Sam is a huge Rott and was chocking himself to death trying to get at this retarded nigger.However I am drunk, its cold and Sam was nearly asphixiated by the leash so I told the nigger to go around the side of the house to the patio door so I calm the dog down. I lock up the beast and went back into the rear of the house.
I open the patio door and this nigger is smiling like he just won a lifetime supply of chicken. He starts going into his sales pitch again, and trying to look over my shoulder. Instead of nasty "crapet" (which I had replaced when I moved in) he sees 3 things A huge rebel flag, a swastika flag, and 6 very drunk skinheads staring back at him. On the stereo I believe the song "Brown Town Burning Down" by Angry Aryans was playing a full volume.
He stopped his nigger babble and stared up at me. "I said can I ask you a question?" He smiled again said "Fo sho" I asked him quietly, "Does that shit take out blood stains?' He gets all excited "Hell yeah, take dat shit right out. You got blood in yo crapet? I said, "Not yet...." And I gave him a big smile...
He left pretty quickly and I called the police. What the little fucker was doing was canvassing the neighborhood looking for houses to break into. If someone answered the door, he had a little cover story. If noone answered he would break in. He was caught a couple hours later in someones garage with an armload of tools. When I called the police station I said I wanted to report a suspicious person in the neighborhood. When the dispatcher asked me "In what way was he suspicious?' I answered, (still drunk) "Uhh...he was black." A deputy was at my house in less than 10 minutes...
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A few years back I lived in a small town in rural North Dakota. The house was very old and large. I was taking my dog Sam up front to let him out to do his thing. I open the front door and theres this gangbanger looking nigger standing there. Now my first impression was that I was about to get shot. Because A: This was a small farm community as white as fucking Mayberry. B: It was well known that I am a skinhead and I thought some city nigger had come to blow me away. C: He immediately said "yo check dis out" and reached into his coat....
Instead of a pistol he pulls out a spray bottle with no markings. It looked like it contained some yellowish liquid. (I thought it was either piss or malt liquor.)
He starts out with "I heard 'bout yo crapet" (carpet) Now its 8am, I am still drunk from the night before, the dog is going apeshit, I am standing in shorts and a fucking Hitler t-shirt and its cold as hell with a babbling nigger on my step talking about my goddamn carpet. Odd fucking situation.
I say " What the fuck are you talking about?" So nigger says "Dem people dat usa lib here had 'bout fo dogs and shit. Da carpet all fucked up. From dogs pissin and shit. Dis shit here, you cain't find dis in de sto' Dis shit scrait from fuckin Chitown baby. Take dem stain right out."
Ok. Hmmmm.... By now the dog is just about ready to eat through the leash so he can eat the nigger- seriously, Sam is a huge Rott and was chocking himself to death trying to get at this retarded nigger.However I am drunk, its cold and Sam was nearly asphixiated by the leash so I told the nigger to go around the side of the house to the patio door so I calm the dog down. I lock up the beast and went back into the rear of the house.
I open the patio door and this nigger is smiling like he just won a lifetime supply of chicken. He starts going into his sales pitch again, and trying to look over my shoulder. Instead of nasty "crapet" (which I had replaced when I moved in) he sees 3 things A huge rebel flag, a swastika flag, and 6 very drunk skinheads staring back at him. On the stereo I believe the song "Brown Town Burning Down" by Angry Aryans was playing a full volume.
He stopped his nigger babble and stared up at me. "I said can I ask you a question?" He smiled again said "Fo sho" I asked him quietly, "Does that shit take out blood stains?' He gets all excited "Hell yeah, take dat shit right out. You got blood in yo crapet? I said, "Not yet...." And I gave him a big smile...
He left pretty quickly and I called the police. What the little fucker was doing was canvassing the neighborhood looking for houses to break into. If someone answered the door, he had a little cover story. If noone answered he would break in. He was caught a couple hours later in someones garage with an armload of tools. When I called the police station I said I wanted to report a suspicious person in the neighborhood. When the dispatcher asked me "In what way was he suspicious?' I answered, (still drunk) "Uhh...he was black." A deputy was at my house in less than 10 minutes...