Nigger
07-11-2008, 01:28 PM
I am fuming as I type this.
I am in the same internet cafe I reported from the other day. A nigger walked with his Thai wife/girlfriend/thingy and, the most painful part, four or five little turdlers.
What the hell is going on here? Thai women aren't interested in "love"; they're interested in money. Where the hell did this dopey, lanky, nigger manage to get money? Something stinks.
Anyway, being in a foreign country doesn't spur niggers to restrain themselves a little more, not by a long shot. These little turdlers ran riot all over the place. The litte shitstains would come up to my booth an ogle me with their bulbous little eyes (there's virtually nothing to indicate the mother is a Thai in these turdlers -- nigger genes destroying any beauty the non nigger partner possessed being just another manifestation of nigger destructiveness). I felt like throwing up.
But as if that wasn't bad enough, one of the little shitlets managed to bump me as I was returning to my seat carrying a cup of steaming hot coffee, causing me to spill it over my fingers. The response of the turdler's mammy? She giggled. It was cute, apparently. She's obviously adapted quickly to nigger social norms of never apologizing. I glared at her, glared at the nigger, and felt my pressure escalating, but checked it at the last, and sat down in my booth.
Blasted fucking niggers. Twice in three days is too much nigger being in a nigger-free haven like this. Sheesh, what rotten luck!
I am in the same internet cafe I reported from the other day. A nigger walked with his Thai wife/girlfriend/thingy and, the most painful part, four or five little turdlers.
What the hell is going on here? Thai women aren't interested in "love"; they're interested in money. Where the hell did this dopey, lanky, nigger manage to get money? Something stinks.
Anyway, being in a foreign country doesn't spur niggers to restrain themselves a little more, not by a long shot. These little turdlers ran riot all over the place. The litte shitstains would come up to my booth an ogle me with their bulbous little eyes (there's virtually nothing to indicate the mother is a Thai in these turdlers -- nigger genes destroying any beauty the non nigger partner possessed being just another manifestation of nigger destructiveness). I felt like throwing up.
But as if that wasn't bad enough, one of the little shitlets managed to bump me as I was returning to my seat carrying a cup of steaming hot coffee, causing me to spill it over my fingers. The response of the turdler's mammy? She giggled. It was cute, apparently. She's obviously adapted quickly to nigger social norms of never apologizing. I glared at her, glared at the nigger, and felt my pressure escalating, but checked it at the last, and sat down in my booth.
Blasted fucking niggers. Twice in three days is too much nigger being in a nigger-free haven like this. Sheesh, what rotten luck!