Midder Peenud Hayed
04-14-2019, 02:58 PM
Last night, I had just plopped my skinny White ass down at my desk to enjoy me a little Dindu Plantation, when my wife and her cousin demanded we go to the casino for a couple hours. I thought, “Sheeeit!”, but hey – I’m fatally pussy-whipped in my old age, so I agreed.
I did make a mild objection because they bus in hundreds of Canadian chinamen on the weekends and the Indian casinos around here are always packed. But my wife and her cousin (both royally stoned, BTW…) didn’t care. Cousin’s hubby (his initials are T.J.) was on my side, but he’s led around by his dick just like me.
So, we got to the casino, walked in the main entrance, and the first thing I see are a half-dozen niggers standing around a massively-fat sow playing a video machine. We don’t have niggers in this area. In the 6 months we’ve lived out here, I’ve seen maybe 5 niggers. These niggers did not belong around here and I noticed the (Indian) security guards had eyes on them.
I jabbed T.J. with my elbow and nodded in the direction of the niggers. He made a monkey face and did the monkey-scratching-arm pits gesture. That cracked me up and I let out a loud chuckle. The niggers glared at us as we walked past them.
These were older niggers that had obviously dodged the stray bullets, sickle cell, AIDS, renal failure, life sentences, stabbings, chicken grease heart disease, diabetes, overdoses, rockfishery, and all the other causes that lead to most niggers reaching goodness before they’re 50.
My wife likes a certain kind of video machine with mermaids and dolphins and fish and shit. I hate it. It drives me crazy. So the girls went to the machines, and we guys went to the tables. These days, that means 4-card poker for me (even though it’s a shit gamble). I sat in a spot where I could keep an eye on the girls because they were being idiots.
We were doing pretty well, and for the first time in a long time, I had a glass of beer (I’m not much of a drinker). T.J. hit a really good hand (straight flush) and won several hundred dollars. We were the only Caucasians at the table. The rest were Canadian chinamen.
I was actually glad the girls had talked us into going out. I was having a really good time, but...
About 90 minutes after we sat down, I had a strange feeling like there was a massive angry gorilla staring at me. I turned around, and guess what? There was a massive angry gorilla staring at me (the fat sow). The niggers we noticed earlier, were now knuckling around the tables.
Inexplicably, one silver-furred nigger buck with glasses started talking to T.J. Canadians are nothing if not polite, so he responded to the nigger in a cordial manner. But as is always the case with niggers, it fed upon the attention it was getting from a honky (something they crave), and started ooking its bullshit "stories". It went on and on and on…
About 10 minutes later, I couldn't take it anymore, and said, “I’m done!” The niggers were not going away, and I had put in the 2 hours I promised my stoner wife. As T.J and I were walking to the cashier, the nigger with glasses literally followed us still ooking its "stories". It finally knuckled off when it realized we weren’t interested.
Once again, this is just another example of niggers ruining a good time for Humans by simply being niggers and being where they shouldn’t be in the first place.
I did make a mild objection because they bus in hundreds of Canadian chinamen on the weekends and the Indian casinos around here are always packed. But my wife and her cousin (both royally stoned, BTW…) didn’t care. Cousin’s hubby (his initials are T.J.) was on my side, but he’s led around by his dick just like me.
So, we got to the casino, walked in the main entrance, and the first thing I see are a half-dozen niggers standing around a massively-fat sow playing a video machine. We don’t have niggers in this area. In the 6 months we’ve lived out here, I’ve seen maybe 5 niggers. These niggers did not belong around here and I noticed the (Indian) security guards had eyes on them.
I jabbed T.J. with my elbow and nodded in the direction of the niggers. He made a monkey face and did the monkey-scratching-arm pits gesture. That cracked me up and I let out a loud chuckle. The niggers glared at us as we walked past them.
These were older niggers that had obviously dodged the stray bullets, sickle cell, AIDS, renal failure, life sentences, stabbings, chicken grease heart disease, diabetes, overdoses, rockfishery, and all the other causes that lead to most niggers reaching goodness before they’re 50.
My wife likes a certain kind of video machine with mermaids and dolphins and fish and shit. I hate it. It drives me crazy. So the girls went to the machines, and we guys went to the tables. These days, that means 4-card poker for me (even though it’s a shit gamble). I sat in a spot where I could keep an eye on the girls because they were being idiots.
We were doing pretty well, and for the first time in a long time, I had a glass of beer (I’m not much of a drinker). T.J. hit a really good hand (straight flush) and won several hundred dollars. We were the only Caucasians at the table. The rest were Canadian chinamen.
I was actually glad the girls had talked us into going out. I was having a really good time, but...
About 90 minutes after we sat down, I had a strange feeling like there was a massive angry gorilla staring at me. I turned around, and guess what? There was a massive angry gorilla staring at me (the fat sow). The niggers we noticed earlier, were now knuckling around the tables.
Inexplicably, one silver-furred nigger buck with glasses started talking to T.J. Canadians are nothing if not polite, so he responded to the nigger in a cordial manner. But as is always the case with niggers, it fed upon the attention it was getting from a honky (something they crave), and started ooking its bullshit "stories". It went on and on and on…
About 10 minutes later, I couldn't take it anymore, and said, “I’m done!” The niggers were not going away, and I had put in the 2 hours I promised my stoner wife. As T.J and I were walking to the cashier, the nigger with glasses literally followed us still ooking its "stories". It finally knuckled off when it realized we weren’t interested.
Once again, this is just another example of niggers ruining a good time for Humans by simply being niggers and being where they shouldn’t be in the first place.