Harlem Coonstep
07-28-2008, 03:01 AM
When I was in high school, there was this incredibly dumb nigger who everyone called 'Gary Coleman.' Contrary to what that might suggest, it wasn't on account of short stature, as he was of average height. Rather, it was because of his goofy bubble-lipped appearance, which I have illustrated here: http://www.chimpout.com/forum/imagehosting/946488cbd0f17353.bmp
Since people would keep calling him 'Gary,' he figured in his small brain that that was cool insult you can use on people. So he would say to me, "u Garah Coe'min" and with his ultimate comeback, "thazz u boyyyy." He was a lot like a broken record of niggerbabble.
Since I was in honors and AP classes, I had little chance of sharing a classroom with him in the remedial section. The sole exception was 9th grade P.E. It is from this experience that I relate to you the following anecdote:
We were in the pool for the swimming portion of the class (shallow water, so no risk of becoming an African rock fish) and there were a couple of bakkaball hoops hanging over the pool. I passed a bakkaball to him, anticipating that he would do something funny. He tried to dunk, but the ball bounced off the rim, and he was hanging off, pulling on it before dropping into the water. The teacher saw this and made him do some pushups, with him muttering, 'Nah, man, why I gotta do pushups, man!'
Today, he is probably a janitor at some NigDonald's restaurant, spending 10% of the time working and 90% of the time ogling obese white wimminz.
Since people would keep calling him 'Gary,' he figured in his small brain that that was cool insult you can use on people. So he would say to me, "u Garah Coe'min" and with his ultimate comeback, "thazz u boyyyy." He was a lot like a broken record of niggerbabble.
Since I was in honors and AP classes, I had little chance of sharing a classroom with him in the remedial section. The sole exception was 9th grade P.E. It is from this experience that I relate to you the following anecdote:
We were in the pool for the swimming portion of the class (shallow water, so no risk of becoming an African rock fish) and there were a couple of bakkaball hoops hanging over the pool. I passed a bakkaball to him, anticipating that he would do something funny. He tried to dunk, but the ball bounced off the rim, and he was hanging off, pulling on it before dropping into the water. The teacher saw this and made him do some pushups, with him muttering, 'Nah, man, why I gotta do pushups, man!'
Today, he is probably a janitor at some NigDonald's restaurant, spending 10% of the time working and 90% of the time ogling obese white wimminz.