ahartn
05-06-2008, 06:04 AM
Back when I was a kid, my parents had me take Taekwondo lessons so I could fend for myself. Our instructor was this big Austrian guy with a mustache who liked to yell at the kids. Pretty intimidating for a 10 year old- I remember my friend practically had to be dragged into the dojang because he was so scared of the instructor.
One day the instructor, let's call him Fred, asked how school was. I replied that I was being hassled by a few older kids who liked to gang up on anyone weaker than them. I didn't even mention that they were niggers, and the first thing Fred asked me was "Were they black?" Of course they were niggers so I said yes.
So Fred comes up with this little gem of advice: "Start carrying a knife with you. When they start messing with you, pull out the knife and show it to them. Cut your arm and let it bleed, then give the knife to one of them and tell him to cut his arm. You both bleed red and deep down we're all the same."
I don't know what crazy old Fred was thinking. That the niggers would see that we both had red blood and would suddenly stop chimping out? Well obviously I didn't take Fred's advice. But the good news is that I got revenge on one of the niggers a couple years later. I won't go into details, but the nigger ended up with a really nasty lump on its head, crying, and yelling "He did it on purpose!" over and over!
jstll
One day the instructor, let's call him Fred, asked how school was. I replied that I was being hassled by a few older kids who liked to gang up on anyone weaker than them. I didn't even mention that they were niggers, and the first thing Fred asked me was "Were they black?" Of course they were niggers so I said yes.
So Fred comes up with this little gem of advice: "Start carrying a knife with you. When they start messing with you, pull out the knife and show it to them. Cut your arm and let it bleed, then give the knife to one of them and tell him to cut his arm. You both bleed red and deep down we're all the same."
I don't know what crazy old Fred was thinking. That the niggers would see that we both had red blood and would suddenly stop chimping out? Well obviously I didn't take Fred's advice. But the good news is that I got revenge on one of the niggers a couple years later. I won't go into details, but the nigger ended up with a really nasty lump on its head, crying, and yelling "He did it on purpose!" over and over!
jstll