Chittlins
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Extenuating circumstances aside; I found myself at a grocery store this morning in the heart of niggerfuxation.
It’s a nice, modern store, but; the location is terrible. Nevertheless, my son is home from college and I was there looking for some specific grocery items that I knew this store carried.
It’s 10:30 am, and I’m thinking most of the niggers are still passed out from last night’s festivities. Boy was I wrong.
I got a good parking spot, grabbed a cart and headed into the store. I knew exactly where within the store the items on my list were located. All was going well…
This store has a Bakery / Deli / Prepared Foods section, that has plastic containers full of hot foods; to include fried chicken.
I’m headed down the cereal aisle in search of the stuff my kids was asking me for, and then I spot Leroy.
Leroy was there in the cereal aisle, with its paws into a container of fried chicken. Ol’ Leroy was having a grand time of it, sucking the meat off them chicken bones.
Now, I know damn well that Leroy hasn’t paid for that chicken it’s enjoying.
I’ve already got the couple items I came in for so I take a step back and just observe Leroy from a distance. I also alert store staff to the theft in progress.
It’s moseying down the aisles, enjoying every bite of that stolen chicken.
Eventually, Leroy stashes the evidence on the shelf next to the Gatorade and continues on his way like he dindu nuffin.
I headed to the checkout and don’t know what exactly happened next. I can only hope the groid got ape-rested.
It’s a nice, modern store, but; the location is terrible. Nevertheless, my son is home from college and I was there looking for some specific grocery items that I knew this store carried.
It’s 10:30 am, and I’m thinking most of the niggers are still passed out from last night’s festivities. Boy was I wrong.
I got a good parking spot, grabbed a cart and headed into the store. I knew exactly where within the store the items on my list were located. All was going well…
This store has a Bakery / Deli / Prepared Foods section, that has plastic containers full of hot foods; to include fried chicken.
I’m headed down the cereal aisle in search of the stuff my kids was asking me for, and then I spot Leroy.
Leroy was there in the cereal aisle, with its paws into a container of fried chicken. Ol’ Leroy was having a grand time of it, sucking the meat off them chicken bones.
Now, I know damn well that Leroy hasn’t paid for that chicken it’s enjoying.
I’ve already got the couple items I came in for so I take a step back and just observe Leroy from a distance. I also alert store staff to the theft in progress.
It’s moseying down the aisles, enjoying every bite of that stolen chicken.
Eventually, Leroy stashes the evidence on the shelf next to the Gatorade and continues on his way like he dindu nuffin.
I headed to the checkout and don’t know what exactly happened next. I can only hope the groid got ape-rested.
