NoEggplant
11-16-2009, 03:44 AM
Our kids have done well lately so I thought I would reward them with a nice round of bowling. We have two alleys in our town. One in the nice area, and one that is sort of adjacent to coontown. Against my better judgement, we went to coontown lanes because it was on our way from where we were coming from.
We walk in and lo and behold, there were EIGHT niggers standing behind the counter. One register open. One nigger was "working" the others were shucking and jiving, playing grab ass, and babbling. I knew this dint look good, but I went ahead anyway. By the way, the customers are ok here..mostly white and hispanic. Bowling is too complicated for niggers. It tends to scare them.
So I walk up to the counter, the nigger says nothing to me. I tell her what I want, and in an angry hate filled voice, she says "dat be 32." I give her the money. It takes her three tries to identify the number 4 which is my daugter's shoe size. Typical. So we go to our lane. After twice going back and complaining and waiting 20 minutes, I decide we have had enough and I go get my money back.
I ask this fat porch monkey for the manager and he said "I IS the manager." I exlained what happened and he said " ooooo I uderstand...oh you be right to be mad...I sincerely apologize" while I wait 10 minutes to get my money back. Of course the nig didnt comp me free games or even a future discount in hopes of retaining my business. He could not have cared less.
Lesson learned....if it looks like a nigger nest, and smells like a nigger nest, brother you are in a nigger nest and need to get the hell out immediately.
:girl
We walk in and lo and behold, there were EIGHT niggers standing behind the counter. One register open. One nigger was "working" the others were shucking and jiving, playing grab ass, and babbling. I knew this dint look good, but I went ahead anyway. By the way, the customers are ok here..mostly white and hispanic. Bowling is too complicated for niggers. It tends to scare them.
So I walk up to the counter, the nigger says nothing to me. I tell her what I want, and in an angry hate filled voice, she says "dat be 32." I give her the money. It takes her three tries to identify the number 4 which is my daugter's shoe size. Typical. So we go to our lane. After twice going back and complaining and waiting 20 minutes, I decide we have had enough and I go get my money back.
I ask this fat porch monkey for the manager and he said "I IS the manager." I exlained what happened and he said " ooooo I uderstand...oh you be right to be mad...I sincerely apologize" while I wait 10 minutes to get my money back. Of course the nig didnt comp me free games or even a future discount in hopes of retaining my business. He could not have cared less.
Lesson learned....if it looks like a nigger nest, and smells like a nigger nest, brother you are in a nigger nest and need to get the hell out immediately.
:girl